“Who told you that?”

He didn’t answer.

He looked pale and unsteady, and when he tried to move toward me, he stumbled.

Mrs.

Johns and I helped him sit.

I noticed the swelling near his head and the way he seemed confused about exactly when he had left the house.

We called for medical help rather than trying to settle the family argument on the sidewalk.

As the ambulance crew prepared to take him to Saint Luke, Toby gripped my sleeve.