“You’re going home and straight to bed.” Ingo is holding a cold, wet cloth on Nini’s forehead.
She’s shaking her head. I have too much to do, and besides, I have a doctor’s appointment tomorrow.”
Ingo isn’t paying her any attention. He swoops her up. “Nini, either you can go home and go to bed or lie on the sofa in my office all day. Either way, you're getting off your feet and resting.”
Nini frowns. “Okay, home. But can we stop somewhere and pick up a chopped liver sandwich and a pickle? Maybe we have pickles at home. I need to call Imelda and ask.”
“We can stop and get anything you want. You can call Imelda from the car. If it’s not there, I’ll have her order some and have it delivered or go to the store to buy some.” Ingo is walking out of his office carrying Nini's bridal style.
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