Toad Under A Harrow

Diners at the restaurant called the ambulance who, in turn, called the law. If Maggie had been aware of all this, she would have been mortified: she was not accustomed to being the center of attention, nor would she relish the idea that police had to be called on her account. However, some time before the ambulance arrived which was some time before the cops which was some time after the handsome…

“Doesn’t matter what state Maggie’s in, she will notice.”

…paramedics and firefighters began applying the jaws-of-life to the Escort’s door, Maggie picked up her feet and, from that point on, the little lady was in the hands of strangers.

Her dreams were sweet—or was it the injection. And, conscious thought eluded her except momentarily in and out of time. It’s strange how, at moments like that, you seem to hear what you need to hear.

“It’s difficult to say how this concussion will interact with the Alzheimer’s,” the doctor said. Her beautiful sons’ faces came into focus, one on each side of the bed, nodding as the good doctor spoke. “We know so little about the disease. Margaret feels, as my wife and I do, that, for those of us in the hands of God, there’s no such thing as an accident. Maggie is in His plans, in His hands, now.”

Her sons nodded.