"Thank you!" Nellie grasped the wheelchair handles and hurried back to the building.
"Here, Mom." She stepped back and let James and Joe put her mom in the chair. James had used the first-aid kit to redo her mother's bandage, this time with gauze and tape. Nellie pulled out her camera and snapped a few pictures of the wreckage around them. Her mother still clutched the little dog, her eyes glazed. Nellie feared she was in shock.
"I found a leash for the dog," Joe said. "Where am I going with her?"
"Back to the nursing home," Nellie said. "They had nurses and ambulances. They can help."
They started making their way to the parking lot of the nursing home. Several men ran out to meet them and helped lift the wheelchair over telephone poles, tree limbs, and wood strewn about the road. As
