In the end, the rescue squad and tow truck folks ended up knocking the windshield out themselves, then strapping Ms. Sinnett to a backboard to carry her out. Her back injury turned out to be a good, hard sprain rather than anything permanent.
Her much-loved old tank of a Chevy turned out to be the only thing that wouldn’t recover with rest and time.
After a good night’s sleep, and wearing her favorite jeans and a t-shirt rather than trying to scrub out her filthy nice clothes, Beth stopped by for a visit. Ms. Sinnett was staying with her sister in Hartstown for a few days to give her back a chance to recover.
And to let folks spoil her rotten, if her sister was telling the truth.
When Beth walked into the bright, cozy bedroom, one glance told her the sister hadn’t fibbed even a tiny bi
