And then, all at once, the memory of prior events came rushing back to her...24 Minutes Earlier... "Just where the fuck do you think you're going?" Jo...anne snapped at the two boys as they prepared to climb into the backseat of her mother's old station wagon. "Both of you are soaking wet!" "Well we just got out of the pool, Momma!" Ricky, her oldest, quipped as he rolled his eyes. "The seat is vinyl...it ain't gonna hurt nothing if we ride wet!" "Here, I brought you towels," she retorted as she. “You’d better stop now, or this dress will go to waste – we’ll never make it to supper.”He groaned and pulled himself away, clearly reluctant. “Fine. But you’d better make it up to me later.” He held out his hand, and I took it with an impish grin.Supper was far more enjoyable than I’d predicted; unlike me, apparently Fergus had no qualms about pretending to be unwell, and he didn’t join us. I tried not to cheer out loud, even as I kicked my feet happily under the table. Instead, there were. Johnny took the rag off the boy’s foot and clucked his tongue. The cut was on the bottom of the boy’s foot at the inside of his arch. The cut was deep, about three inches long but the bleeding had slowed considerably.“This is a nasty cut,” he said in Arabic, “but not hard to fix.”Johnny injected lidocaine under the skin on both sides of the wound. While waiting for the numbing effect to begin, Johnny directed Hala to take his vitals. The heart rate and blood pressure showed no sign of. "Is everything ok?" She asked me."Yea sweetie, its ok, I just got something I got to do. I'll be back shortly." Ok, see ya when you get back." She replied."You guys don't stay out here too long, the sun is hot today." I said as I walked back into the house.I grabbed my keys off of the desk, and headed to the garage. I backed my old pickup out, and headed down the cobble stone driveway. Once on my way to Granny's house, I kept my eyes peeled for any signs of disturbance along the sides of the.