"Oh," she said. Now Woody was stuck. He could find no appropriate words that would not alarm her. He decided to plunge on.
"He's not badly hurt, but he's been in an accident," Woody said. "The Black Tiger turned over and he's at the hospital and—"
"Wait until I get my coat," the girl interrupted. She dashed into the apartment and was back in a second, struggling into a white lamb's-wool half coat. She pushed past him and down the stairs with Woody in pursuit.
"There's my car," he said pointing to the Dodge.
The girl gave it a brief glance. "We'll take mine," she said and ran to a red MG parked by the curb. Woody had just time to get in before she had started it and was speeding down the streets. Woody was surprised at the MG's acceleration and cornering ability. On the way to the hospital he told the girl all he knew of Randy's injuries. Sitting next to her, he realized that she was even prettier than he had thought at first glance. And she drove like a wizard, snaking surely through the traffic without a second's indecision.
At the hospital she was quickly admitted to the ward. Woody followed her to the door with Worm. He hadn't been invited but realized this was a good chance to find out how Randy really was and talk to him.
"Hello, Daddy," said the girl rushing through the door to her father's bed.
"Hi, Rocky," he replied. "Had a little bad luck. The Tiger went out of control and turned over on me, and I busted my leg. Got a few scratches as well but nothing much." The words were silently contradicted by the bandages that swathed the side of his head. He looked up and saw Woody and Worm standing at the door.
"There's my pit crew," he said. "Come on in. Have you met my daughter, Rocky?"
He introduced them, and Rocky explained that Woody had brought her over.