Wayne called 911 and I did my best to make the old lady comfortable on the cement floor, a few bunched up rags underneath her head to serve as a sort of pillow. As much pain as she was likely experiencing, Mrs. Moses still managed to retain a sense of humor. “You know, if I were a few years younger, you’d have me knocking on your door.”
I rolled my eyes and gave her a mild glare and she chuckled, then winced in pain. It seemed to take forever before paramedics arrived with a stretcher and prepared Mrs. Moses to go to the hospital. When they left with a couple of students following behind, Wayne told the others that class would resume next week, and I helped him clean up after I dressed in the bathroom.
“Was Mrs. Moses flirting with you?” Wayne asked as I placed the last easel in the far corner of the room with the others.
I glanced at him and saw he was grinning. “Yes.”
“I don’t blame her.” He winked at me and then moved to turn off the lights.