The FactsI shouted, “Blitz! Amelia! Mary!”
They rushed in.
Gardena pulled Jon’s arm. “Help me get him to the sofa.”
Jonathan Diamond was a tall man: it took all five of us to lift and move him over.
Fortunately, the handle of the three-tiered sandwich stand had only given him a glancing blow. But his vest was ripped, as was his shirt, and a bleeding scrape lay upon his side.
I sat beside him, cradling his face in my hands. “Oh, gods, Jon, I’m so sorry.” I looked back at Blitz. “Send for the doctor.”
Gardena knelt beside me. “There’s no need. He’ll wake shortly. Put his feet up.”
I stared at her, horrified. “This happened before?”
She glanced away.
“Uhhh.” Jon’s eyes were still closed. “Potatoes don’t fly like that.”
Gardena chuckled, then her face turned embarrassed. “He’s done t
