She was a dear old lady, but she didn't realize the way some things were these days. I had splurged using some of what was left of Miss Sykes' expense...money. I had bought a radio for my office. If I'm going to get killed on this case, I might as well go out first rate.I was listening to Tommy Dorsey's lyrical trombone in 'On Treasure Island' with vocals sung by Edyth Wright, when I heard a tentative knock on the door. I turned the radio off and said, "Come in." When she opened the door and came. He felt that he had to be the most stupid looking man in the world at that moment. Those thoughts didn’t slow him down at all!He heard another shot fired behind him. He changed direction and ran on. There was a person lying on the ground in his path. In jumping over the person, he tripped and fell. He rolled and stood up. It almost looked graceful. Without pause, he resumed running.By this time, he was having a hard time breathing. Years of sitting at a desk had taken its toll on his stamina.. My situation was becoming precarious. Our private lessons went on for a while. Occasionally, someone else showed up to participate, but usually it was just the both of us. One hour was just enough to get over the major problems of basic understanding. Whenever I wanted to go any further than the basics, Marilyn would stop me, for she wanted to understand it all on her own. Every time she kept me from telling too much, I got even more amazed about how ambitious she was. She made proof on an iron. I arrived at the hospital about three thirty and ran into the emergency room. I was immediately met by two police officers and a hospital administrator. As they led me to the trauma center waiting room, I was informed that Michelle was struck by a SUV on the driver’s side on the vehicle. The driver of the SUV was not seriously hurt but was severely intoxicated blowing a .21 on the breathalyzer. All I was told at this time was that Michelle was in surgery and to take a seat. I was completely.