<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/f9a1/cet6epcotie37z46g.jpg) <br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"> </span><div align="center"><strong> <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">Amanda</span></strong> <br/><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">Dianne Devotee</span></strong> </div></div><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/f1f2/r6w4mnzyotqfgwk6g.jpg) <br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"> Danai</span></strong> <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">Dianne Devotee</span></strong></div></div></div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><em>Danai:</em> Vajayjay feels her way to the car door, <strong>“Be careful.  Don’t hit your head.  And please buckle in!”</strong> <br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><em>Amanda: </em> <strong>“You’re in safe hands with Patsy.”</strong><br/><br/><em>Danai:</em> <strong>“If you need anything, anything, I mean anything, just say.  You poor thing!  We’ll drive to what I think is an ER.  Do they have those in this country?  Whatever.”</strong><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><em>Amanda: </em> <strong>“Don’t drive too fast.  There has to be so much stress already.”</strong><br/><br/><em>Danai:</em>I drive around the block a few times, pass Diane’s gated house even.   Arriving once again, <strong>“Well here we are.  And NOT good.  There must have been some sort of event, something bad.  So many people!  How are we . . . well, I don’t see getting easily into the emergency room.  We’re being signaled away!”</strong><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><em>Amanda: </em> <strong>“Patsy.  Let us out, take the car and park.  We just need a way to get this poor girl inside to a nurse.  Someone to give help.”</strong> . . . <strong>“It sounds ludicrous, but we need to get you in there.  I have a leash, a gift for my dog, long story, anyways, Patsy parks, we hook you and me to the leash, stay together and in we go.  I don’t want you lost in that crowd.  In your condition!”</strong> <br/><br/><em>Danai:</em>I honk the horn a couple of times.  <strong>“I don’t know Carli.  A leash sounds weird.  But that officer is getting mad, signaling.  Unless you don’t want to miss, maybe we should do that.  You need help for sure.”</strong>  (Delighted smile).  And the answer is . . <br/></span></span></span></span>