Another smile twitched at Jean’s lips as she continued the tale. “Meantime John dragged his solicitor friend Graham Thomas away from some social thing, to come in and compose her will. That’s all done ― signed, witnessed, and secure. So there can be no argument. The coat will go to the daughter. Because of the floods she can’t get here before the weekend.”
John snorted, “The old lady must have thought it was a madhouse when Davie appeared in his clown suit. He kept apologising.”
“Well how was I to know it was a professional emergency? It was noisy my end and the message was full of static. I thought it would be alright because Dawn mentioned the pantomime and I wanted to get straight back to my nephew’s party.”
Jean’s smile widened, “Strangely enough, that’s what seemed to settle her completely. When she saw your embarrassment, she actually laughed and said it was good to see her life wasn’t the only circus in town.” . . . Turning to Nurse Moran, she continued, “You did well in the circumstances. You’d best get on home now. You’ve had a long shift. . . . By the way before you go, I was surprised you described the emergency to Dawn as a pantomime.”
The Staff Nurse’s expression was blank. That call had been hours ago. She wouldn’t have said that. Suddenly she remembered, “I said it was pandemonium here.”
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