...Jet'aime ..... " et elle quitta la pi?ce. Elle d?valait levestibule lorsqu'un garde, un sergent l'interpella :- "Madame Sanderson, Je peux donn...er uncoup de main ? votre mari pour le mettre ? l'abri des autres d?tenus ? Mais?Pour ?a il faudra payer ! ...."Au travers de ses sanglots elledemanda :- Que pouvez-vous faire pour l'aider ? .... Jesais ce qu'ils veulent lui faire ce soir? Ils l'ont dit en partant...... Ne leslaissez pas faire je vous en prie...... Je ferai? ce que vous. I tried to follow her inside, but she was already being wheeled into the emergency triage before I even got my chair out of the truck and myself into it.We had insurance, she did. I had my VA, but she had her Medicaid.I’d fallen asleep in the way too cold waiting room. The sun was up and I stirred. A man was shaking me, gently shaking me, my shoulder.“Sir? Mister Bradshaw?” he said.“Yes, yes, my wife,” I said, trying to rub the sleep out of my eyes.“Sir...” he said. He clearly had something. Honeymooners, maybe. I wondered idly if they'd hoped for an outdoor frolic in the snow to celebrate their wedding only to find they'd mistimed it. If so they didn't seem overly concerned about it, there was lots of touchy-feely byplay across the table as they ordered their own breakfast and they seemed happy as clams.Now where did that phrase come from, I wondered. Were clams really happy? Whether they were or not, how would anybody know? Why not happy as, oh, say a meadowlark? I didn't know. Her robe was ratty and her curls were unkempt. But she wasn’t about to go through the trouble of changing her clothes. It was too hot for that. Sighing, Dante turned toward the door and shouted for the person to hold on. ‘It’s probably just a native.’ Dante thought silently as her ashy fingers fumbled with the lock. When the door finally swung open, Dante quickly put on a fake smile and lifted her head to welcome whoever it was. Of course, when her eyes focused on the view in front of her,.