Penny said to her friend and business partner Victoria Hopkirk that afternoon. “Poor Michael. He’s going to be all right, but he will be laid up for a bit with that leg.” “And you’re sure you’re all right?” Victoria asked. “It must have been quite an ordeal. Were you frightened?” “Not for me, no, but I was for Michael. He got worse as the night went on and with nothing to take for the pain, he was in a lot of discomfort but he tried to keep that from me. He really put on a brave face. I can’t tell you how relieved I was when the police and paramedics arrived.” “And the police must have been really pleased to recover that quilt,” said Victoria. “Oh, they were,” agreed Penny. “Almost as glad as I was that Bethan found my phone. I was just thinking about Michael and so focused on him I forgot to tell Bethan we had it, so they were amazed to find poor Michael huddled under it. The paramedics said he’d have been much worse off without it. At least he was warm.
