Charity and Jerrica briskly fanned her face, with straw fans from the highboy. Alexander elevated her feet. “I better radio fer an ambulance,” Sergeant Mullins said. “Wait, I—” Alexander leaned over, peering down and holding the elder woman’s hand. It felt cool, fragile. “She’s coming too.” In time, Annie’s eyes opened fully. She looked wilted lying there, and stark when she realized what had happened. “My…gracious,” she whispered. She squeezed the priest’s hand. “I…just got so light-headed for a moment.” “You fainted, Aunt Annie,” Charity said, she and Jerrica still waving the fans. “Are you all right?” Jerrica asked. “The officer can call an ambulance.” “Goodness no.” Her eyes fluttered, then she seemed to pinken with embarrassment. She sat up then, validating her recovery. “I’m fine, really. I’m so sorry to be such a burden.” “It’s no trouble, ma’am,” Mullins offered. “You’re sure you’re all right?” “Oh, yes, of course.
