SHE’D FINISHED THE operation by securing a sterile pad over the stump and then wrapping the whole affair, except for the tourniquet, in a length of brown bandage.
Finally, they’d equipped him with a crude sling made of pantyhose—in the interest of keeping blood-flow to the wound at a minimum (by keeping his arm bent and his wrist as elevated as possible), while still allowing for mobility if the phone lines came back on any time soon. Unresolved, however, had been how to get a painkiller into him now that he’d passed out.
One of the customers waiting out the storm, a big-boned but nonetheless pretty woman (who had since introduced herself as Clara Bonner), had been watching from the bathroom door and offered her assistance. Savanna had politely but frankly told her there was little she o
