By J. M. Snyder
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Confederate money, and with the inflation, not worth as much as I’d like, but it’s a goodly sum. I only live off a few dollars a month. ” He shook out the bundle of medical supplies Mendenhall had given him, wrapped in gauze that the surgeon had suggested he use to bandage the wound. When Sam didn’t say anything, Andy looked up to find his lover’s eyes glazed with fear. “Don’t worry. ” “It’s going to hurt,” Sam whispered. “I mean, it hurts now, but you’re really going to do this, right? Dig around inside and sew me up and…” “I can do it,” Andy assured him.
I’ll tell them you’re not,” Andy persisted. He held Sam’s hands and kissed the battered knuckles. “I’ll tell them you’re mine. I’ll say…” But Sam simply laughed. ” Andy didn’t like the bitterness he heard in his lover’s voice. “Like you told your father? Remember what happened then? ” Remember? How could Andy forget? Sam’s eyes softened as he saw the effect his harsh words had on Andy, and he cradled Andy’s face in his hands. “I love you, Andy. God, these past few years have been hell, you know that.
For a few moments he considered pouring the soup into a canteen, but the scant chunks of meat and small potatoes would never fit through the narrow opening at the mouth of the container. He settled for filling an old tonic bottle with the cold soup—he was able to get all the chunks in, which he thought might fill Sam up better than just the tepid broth. Tightening the lid to ensure it wouldn’t leak, he slipped it into the haversack, along with the bowl and spoon and the canteen, filled with fresh water from the pitcher on his desk.
A Heart Divided by J. M. Snyder