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Renee’s plummet was so unexpected I had no chance of catching her before she hit the floor. I bent over her crumpled body. She wasn’t just staggering drunk; she was unconscious. Glenn was around (or over?) the bar and next to me in no time. We moved the stools out of the way so we could straighten out her legs and the rest of her body. I brushed her long hair out of her face, but she didn’t stir.
“I don’t know if she hit her head. What do you think?” I asked.
He squatted next to me easily for such a large man. Glenn opened Renee’s eyes to look at her pupils, then took her pulse. I could hear myself breathing while he counted to himself and watched the second hand on a simple analog watch. I hadn’t noticed before how fuzzy his arms were. Masses of curly strawberry hair, lighter than t
