Tilda yelped out the words. I dropped to my knees beside her. “Mrs. Davidson?” I shook her gently. “Wake up, Emma.” “I’d better call Chuck. He should know what to do.” “Call 9-1-1, Tilda. If Emma didn’t wake up at the noise we’ve made, she’s not asleep. She’s unconscious. We need an ambulance.” I had made my words an order, and Tilda obeyed. She made the call. Still holding her cell phone, Tilda ran to the front door, ready to open it for the ambulance. “I’ll call Chuck!” she said. I sat on the floor beside Emma Davidson. She was barely breathing, but she was breathing. I didn’t think she needed CPR, but what did I know? I’d had one first aid class. Warner Pier has a volunteer ambulance service, but they react fairly rapidly. Or maybe they just don’t have far to come. Anyway, they were there in less than ten minutes.
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