The nurse tossed the discarded hospital gown onto the sheet. “People around here stick together and help one another. It’s a wonderful community. I wouldn’t want to live anywhere else.”
Mary envied the other woman’s ties to a community. Would she and Elliott be accepted, grow roots here, if she found employment and decided to make Loon Lake her permanent home? “Do you have Uber around here? Or should I call a cab?”
“No Uber that I know of.” The nurse picked up the pile of laundry. “But don’t worry, I’m sure Brody will take you wherever you want. Did you have someplace in mind?”
“The nearest motel, I guess.” What else could she do? Driving back to Connecticut or anywhere was out of the question until she could rent a car.
“Oh.” The nurse paused, adjusting the bundle in her arms. “I’m not sure the doctor will agree to that.”
Mary had been digging one-handed in her purse for her phone, but the nurse’s words halted her search. “Why can’t I go to a motel?”
“It might take a day or two for the effects of the concussion to go away, and it’s best that you not be alone during that time.”
“But, I—”
“That’s no problem. Mary and Elliott will be coming home with me,” Brody said from the opening in the curtain.
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