“Where is your mom, Erica?” Jill asked and headed to the door of her apartment. Hentai I moved aside as the paramedics brought a stretcher and placed it beside Jill. “Thank you,” she said with an unfamiliar seriousness. Then he secured it, applying the last roll of fiberglass around her instep. “Oh Erica, please don’t cry. Her right ankle wobbled precariously. I sat down, and then realized that I am too nervous to sit and stood up again. Jill was standing on the sidewalk, leaning against a tree trunk. Is the pain bad?”
“No,” she answered and quickly wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. At the same time, the paramedics slipped the splint under Jill’s leg. I hadn’t seen her more than three months. Then, her face contorted as her casted leg bumped against my shin. Still leaning on the tree, she bent her head down looking at her feet, as if ashamed of something.
