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Concern materialized in Reverend Amos Howell's eyes when Martha swayed from side to side. ''Martha?'' He approached her before she collapsed in his arms. Amos frowned as he wrapped his arms around her. His eyes were on the plate she carried. His arm remained around her while he took the plate and placed it on the kitchen table. Although Amos usually had a sweet tooth, Martha was too important.
Amos didn't worry about fresh brownies. For once.
''You should be in bed, Martha.'' He carried her from the kitchen and to the stairs. After Amos was in Martha's bedroom, he placed her on a bed. ''I'll get Jonathan and Kara,'' he said. Amos ran down the stairs and to the kitchen door. He opened it and continued to run. ''Jonathan usually feeds animals late in the afternoon,'' he muttered.
Various animals wandered and ate everything.
''Jonathan?''
As for Kara? He remembered Kara sometimes helping with the animals. Amos returned to the kitchen before his eyes flew open.
''Oh. Right. Jonathan and Kara ran errands in Smallville one hour ago.'' He bit his lip.
Brownies weren't remembered as Amos went upstairs another time.
''Kara and Jonathan are running errands, Martha.'' He walked into the bedroom again.
The preacher's eyes widened another time.