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238 DANCING IN THE MOONLIGHT
got off that school bus and saw Hank lying in the field,
you didn’t hesitate for a second. You ran right over to
see what you could do.”
She wasn’t quite sure where he was going with this,
but she folded her hands in front of her and listened.
“Most adults I know wouldn’t have lifted a finger
to help someone they hated,” he went on. “You were
only twelve years old but you sat there for a quarter of
an hour while we waited for the ambulance, blowing
the breath of life into your enemy’s mouth, willing him
to survive.”
Everything had happened so fast that day she didn’t
remember many of the details. But she did remember
how she had forced her mind to focus only on the firstaid
part of what she was doing, not the literal act of
breathing for Hank Dalton.
She had closed her eyes and tried to pretend the
man she despised was just one of those rubber
dummies she had practiced on during the Red Cross
CPR training.
“It was all for nothing. What I did didn’t help at all.
Not in the long run. We couldn’t save your father and
neither could the paramedics or Doc Whitaker.”
“But you tried. That was the important thing to me.
You hated him and deep in your heart you probably
wanted him dead. But you still tried to save him.”
He paused, his features unusually solemn. “And after
the paramedics came, while we stood there watching
them load him into the ambulance, do you remember
what you did?”
Went home? She couldn’t really remember doing