The only thing that Ada had she could make a poultice out of was some cooked carrots which she mashed. She said this would keep the wound soft and wet... and allow healing by drawing more poison out.You couldn't say Ada was a pretty woman--handsome, maybe. She definitely had her head on and was entirely competent. She was wearing a loose dress, and you couldn't tell yet she was with child. I felt really bad and wondered what she was going to do now, so I asked. "Keep running the ranch, I guess.. Very kind. Are you sure that you’re in the right business, if you don’t mind such a personal question?” I asked the young lady, “This is going to happen a lot in this job for you, I’m just warning you, and it takes a certain callousness to let it wash over you.”“Can you ... maybe find me a different one?” the girl asked me, now curious.“Perhaps. I’m a professor, in fact. Would you be up to working in academia? I have an opening on my staff, if that’s okay with you. Swing by my office next. I was wrong to let my mother’s ideas and feelings sneak out of me.” He looks at her for the longest time as he watches her about to speak in a desperate plea for him to say something. He stands up, holding her and sets her in the easy chair saying, “Let a man do this.” She smiles that seductive smile. Watching him work she is happy once again and sips his beer as he works. She watches him climb up and down the ladder and each time she is slipping off a piece of clothing and drinking some more. Ma'..."Her eyes prickled and she shook her head."You ... aaare." he insisted, holding her eyes with his.Not knowing what else to do, she began to talk about what she'd been doing the previous day or so, finishing with her ride on the bus – a self-deprecating account that clearly amused him."Be ... er 'an..." a confused mumble. After several attempts, she caught on that he was trying to say 'TCV', which obviously meant nothing to her. It took several more attempts for him to explain it meant.