Chapter 7
Before she could think, Ruth hurried to the elderly woman’s aid. She didn’t know what to do. Janice joined her, kneeling next to the woman lying on the floor and her husband.
“Can someone get a cool, damp towel? Quick!” Janice called out.
Ruth snatched a fresh cloth napkin from the table and dunked it into the icy water of a glass pitcher. She handed it to Janice, who dabbed the woman’s forehead and temples.
Loretta hurried toward them as the husband stroked his wife’s face.
The poor lady had to have been at least twenty years her senior. She had soft curls that were ironed tight to her head and had on a blue shirtdress with a white collar. Her eyes fluttered open, and her husband leaned in closer. “Margaret? Are you all right?”
The elderly woman nodded.
“She has a spill o
