“Eleanor.”

“Eleanor, is there someone I can call for you?”

“My attorney would only charge for the call.” She tried to laugh, and it came out wrong.

“I have an appointment at noon.

I’m not going to miss it.”

“Then we’d better get you fixed up before noon.”

The dispatcher took me through the questions.

Mile marker 14, eastbound shoulder, gravel, a dark sedan, a woman named Eleanor, awake and standing.