“What do you think, Dad? To me, it looks serious. Maybe she had a stroke and fell fracturing her ankle.”
His dad frowned, a mop of gray hair blew back in the wind; “It’s to be decided when the doc in Emergency takes a look. Hey,” the father looked up at his son, “as I recall, you were nuts for this special girl. Her mom died in Afghanistan and she lived with her grandmother until she left for Veterinarian School. We must keep Ms. Brown in good shape, Charlie, ‘cause C.R. needs her and so does the whole town.” As they carried the stretcher to the waiting ambulance, a loud shriek pierced the air. Birds flapped their wings close by and seemed to caw.
“Pops, that sound came from this delicate woman.”
“Son, she always made herself known.” They hurried to lift Ms. Brown into the ambulance. On their heels ran Cassidy Rae to settle in the ambulance and murmur sweet words to her Grans. Her eyes remained closed.