As we walked slowly to her house, Jenny said that we would have to wait a little longer for her dad to return from work. She gave me a cold compress and a glass of water. She allowed me to sit on the bed in her room. I drank like a furious, sitting on the bed where Jenny fell asleep every night and her satin nightie lay on the commode opposite. My ideas got me into trouble. I had no more headache from the fall, but from Jenny. I had to lie down. The whole bed smelled like her. Jenny leaned over me and worried in her voice, she asked if she should just call an ambulance.