" Sam, I can't, just...not now," she said, and left the room. I lookedthrough her clothes, and pulled out another pair of jeans, and a whitepair of un...erwear. I spent five minutes trying to get the bra on, butfinally just threw the thing on the floor, and pulled a shirt on. Therewere plenty of girls that went without bras, right?The hours at the hospital drew on for eternity. My uncle wasn't ascritical as we had thought, and all projections pointed to a fullrecovery. But that didn't change the. I just said, "Sure doctor. Absolutely."They had given her another sedative to let her rest, but at least she was out of the semi-coma that she had been in since her arrival. It was on the ninth day that I was able to talk with her at some length."You'll be released tomorrow," I said. "I will take you home with me. You're gonna need some help for a while." That's nice of you," she said. "Especially after all I've put you through." Yeah, well there will be rules," I said, knowing I had to take. I grabbed the table and flipped it on its side for protection, drew my side arm and tracked across the restaurant looking for the shooter. Abby huddled beside me, obviously terrified, but George didn’t join us on the floor.One of the first two shots must have just clipped him on the side of the head and he was out of it, leaning over, held up by the corner of the table I tossed to protect all three of us. He was not dead, but too wounded to assist in his own protection, so I gently moved him. Korenski.”Mr. Korenski took her hand, “Thank you, John,” and led her to the dance floor.They stopped at the edge of the dance floor. Mr. Korenski stood about one foot from Jenny and put his right hand on her waist. With his left arm bent and his hand about ear height, he waited for her to place her hands. Then effortlessly led her around the dance floor.For the last minute of the music, they had an audience and the dance floor almost all to themselves, as most of the other dancers just stopped.