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I don’t know if I was ever really unconscious; or at least that’s what I told the first responder. It’s more like I decided lying on the floor was a good place to be. Someone shifted me a bit for better access to Dana and I tried to get up then, but a forceful hand on my chest told me to stay put. And the Woodford family has always had very fine rugs. Then Bran was squatting next to me, about to lift me from the floor.
“Old habits die hard. Who picks you up now, Sydney?”
“I do,” I said.
It was a great line, but bad execution. I made it to sitting, but when I tried to roll over to my knees to stand, I rolled to the left, and the side Jeanette had struck wasn’t ready to support me yet. Bran caught me before I could tumble over completely.
“I just need a hand,” I said. He helped me to
