Chapter 24
Sally waited in the hospital room as her two best friends were brought in on rolling beds. She stood, anxiously twisting her fingers together. The worry she had been feeling for the past month was etched on her tight lips and raised eyebrows.
“Oh, come on, Sal. If you keep looking at me like I’m a sick puppy you found in a ditch, I’m going to smother you with a pillow in your sleep.”
“Bloody hell, here I thought I was the reigning female dog in this posse.” Jen grinned at Sally.
“Bloody hell? Female dog?” Jacque raised her eyebrows at her usually snarky friend.
“I'm trying to clean up my potty mouth. You know how near-death experiences change how you live and what not.” Jen shrugged.
“Jen, bloody hell is profanity. You know this, right?” asked Sally.
Jen looked at Sally a
