If you put her on a bedpan, she would go. There were no broken bones. Her doctor wrote that he believed that she had bruised a nerve. She would return...to normal, but it might be next week or two years from now. She should be talked to and given as much stimulation as possible. She was sent home with Emma.Emma was terrified, that if she died that Sandy would be put in a nursing home to be left alone all day. Jim quietly asks if it would be ok if he stayed a few days. An hour later, Jim had. I'll try."He nodded in approval. "Right, we're bro's after all, aren't we? Gottalook out for each other."I rolled my eyes, his attempt at levity being so bad that it went allthe way from unfunny back around to humorous. "Right, bro's beforeho's. The bro code, written by Broseph Stalin, ratified by Abe-bro-hamLincon, and enforced by Brosideon, lord of the brocean." Exactly." He smiled, making me do the same. Something about his self-assured manner was infectious. "So what's your plan? Beyond. " Moreover, she had gotten the twin's version of the afternoon events, and she wanted some for herself.Deirdre walked the wild side and was known for getting what she wanted over any objection. Angela was inclined to offer the objections, but she was operating at a handicap. So, Deirdre and Angela dragged Patricia out of the dining hall, still arguing over what was best to do next. In the end, what decided matters was that Deirdre had a car.It was almost nine PM before the three of them made it. “I am sure we can sort that out, but for now would you like something to eat? I have plenty here, seems silly you going back to your caravan just to come back again later” she laughed. “Oh I’m coming back again am I? You’re sure of yourself,” I sniggered. “If I am as good as you say, then yes you will be back!” I watched Mandy’s mighty fine ass sway as she walked to the kitchen. She does have a wonderful body with curves to die for. “Chicken salad okay with you?” she asked “Sounds great, Thank.