TWENTY
Carly wheeled Mandy into Jack’s hospital room. They had been expected, yet she still had to jostle for a wheelchair place amongst the family. What is it with Jack and his family, Mandy thought? Which was her family now? ‘Well, what can I tell yer? I get hurt, carted off to hospital and still it’s me visiting you. Explain that to me, Jack, if you can?’
Mandy, in her wheelchair, had both fractured shins in plaster and stretched out in front of her. She would be in plaster for six weeks and still she had a big smile on her knocked-about panda face. Her broken nose had been straightened, and Jack gazed at it through the crowding family, who parted like the Red Sea. He loved her fireman’s hose, and thought her legs looked lovely, if a tad pale in the plaster of Paris.
Did she smile? J
