“Got buried in a brick slide. Broke both legs.”
“But…?”
Jed Emmings smiled because he understood. “Absolutely okay, Mrs. Conner—or I’d have said so. No head injuries worth worrying about and nothing internal. Chipper and full of beans already. In traction, of course.”
She said, “Thank you, Jed.”
He nodded. “Glad to tell you. Glad to bring some good news to one door, anyhow!”
He went down the walk.
She noticed that the sun was shining. She hadn’t really noticed that before. She felt almost surprised that the sun was still there in the sky in its place.
When she went back to the kitchen, the water was close to a boil. She found an unbroken cup, rinsed it, put in some hot water and a spoonful of powdered coffee, started to take sugar and refrained, sat down on the seat of an armless chair to sip the hot fluid.
A little later, she heard car brakes.
I got home just in time, she thought. More visitors.