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eat. They're ready for you in the kitchen. Shall we let Polly go first?"
Polly shook her head. "No, I'll go last. I can wait." She whispered to Lydia. "I had a big breakfast. Y'all are killing me."
Lydia took her arm and drew her aside. "I know you didn't want your girlfriends to work, but they weren't looking forward to making small talk with a bunch of people they didn't know. I tried to stop this, but no one was having it."
"I can't believe they're not just relaxing."
"They didn't want you to feel like you had to entertain them. You have a lot going on this weekend."
"But they're here to see me, not stand around in a kitchen."
"I tried."
"They're impossible. You all are. But I love the R2D2 droid. I've wanted one of those for years, but at some point I thought I'd gotten too old."
While the women were filing out of the room to go through the line at the kitchen, sirens wailed as they came into the parking lot of Sycamore House. Polly was already moving when she heard them stop at her front door .
CHAPTER SEVEN
Eliseo was holding the side doors open when Polly reached the front hallway. Two EMTs and Jeff came in the front door and headed that way.
"What happened?" she asked. "Who's hurt?"
Jeff pointed the EMTs to the addition. "Take the elevator to the second floor. He's in the first room. The door is open."
"Curtis Locke? What happened?" Polly asked.
Jeff moved toward her. "I think it's a heart attack. He called my cell phone and said he was feeling sick. He just wanted to know if he could get some soda. After a few questions, I knew I needed to come over. When I got here, I called for more help."
"You came in from Ames to deal with this?"
Jeff glared at her. "I was with your husband. Remember? Wedding fun?"
Lydia put her hand on Polly's shoulder. "I'm going to tell the girls what's happening and keep them contained. We don't need to be out here making a scene. Come back when you're finished."
Polly nodded and followed Jeff toward the addition. "Thank you for coming right over. How would we have ever known?"
"He probably could have made it downstairs, but somehow I believe that having him bust into the auditorium clutching his heart might have been a little more dramatic than you needed."
She swatted him. "You're awful."
"I know. I made Nate come. He's the only one of us who has any medical training and even though he thought I was insane, he came anyway. He's still upstairs with him."
"Thank you again. I'd feel terrible if something happened to the poor man. Where are you guys partying anyway?" She finally took a good look at him. He was a mess. His clothes were always immaculate, but today he was dres sed in an old t-shirt and jeans and there was paint splattered on his face and forearms.
"What in the world have you been doing?" she asked.
"I've never been to a bachelor party quite like this one." He looked up as the EMTs came through with Curtis Locke on a gurney. Nate was following them, looking just as messy as Jeff.
The man on the gurney reached out for Polly as they wheeled him past and she walked with them toward the front door. He grabbed her arm, "Find my little girl, please. Don't let me die without knowing she's safe."
"Do we have your wife's phone number?" Polly asked him.
"Just find my Jessie. You have to find her."
"I have a few ideas where to look. I will do my very best. Can we call your wife?"
He nodded and the young man pushing the gurney said, "We have to go. We're taking him to Boone."
"Find Jessie," Curt Locke said one last time.
"Tell me you have his wife's phone number," Polly said to Jeff as the door closed behind the EMTs.
"Sure, it's in his file. Do you want me to call her or will you?"
"I'll make the call. It's my responsibility. But before I do, will the two of you tell me what you are putting Henry through this morning? You look like you've been painting. Are you really making that poor man do construction at his bachelor
Polly shook her head. "No, I'll go last. I can wait." She whispered to Lydia. "I had a big breakfast. Y'all are killing me."
Lydia took her arm and drew her aside. "I know you didn't want your girlfriends to work, but they weren't looking forward to making small talk with a bunch of people they didn't know. I tried to stop this, but no one was having it."
"I can't believe they're not just relaxing."
"They didn't want you to feel like you had to entertain them. You have a lot going on this weekend."
"But they're here to see me, not stand around in a kitchen."
"I tried."
"They're impossible. You all are. But I love the R2D2 droid. I've wanted one of those for years, but at some point I thought I'd gotten too old."
While the women were filing out of the room to go through the line at the kitchen, sirens wailed as they came into the parking lot of Sycamore House. Polly was already moving when she heard them stop at her front door .
CHAPTER SEVEN
Eliseo was holding the side doors open when Polly reached the front hallway. Two EMTs and Jeff came in the front door and headed that way.
"What happened?" she asked. "Who's hurt?"
Jeff pointed the EMTs to the addition. "Take the elevator to the second floor. He's in the first room. The door is open."
"Curtis Locke? What happened?" Polly asked.
Jeff moved toward her. "I think it's a heart attack. He called my cell phone and said he was feeling sick. He just wanted to know if he could get some soda. After a few questions, I knew I needed to come over. When I got here, I called for more help."
"You came in from Ames to deal with this?"
Jeff glared at her. "I was with your husband. Remember? Wedding fun?"
Lydia put her hand on Polly's shoulder. "I'm going to tell the girls what's happening and keep them contained. We don't need to be out here making a scene. Come back when you're finished."
Polly nodded and followed Jeff toward the addition. "Thank you for coming right over. How would we have ever known?"
"He probably could have made it downstairs, but somehow I believe that having him bust into the auditorium clutching his heart might have been a little more dramatic than you needed."
She swatted him. "You're awful."
"I know. I made Nate come. He's the only one of us who has any medical training and even though he thought I was insane, he came anyway. He's still upstairs with him."
"Thank you again. I'd feel terrible if something happened to the poor man. Where are you guys partying anyway?" She finally took a good look at him. He was a mess. His clothes were always immaculate, but today he was dres sed in an old t-shirt and jeans and there was paint splattered on his face and forearms.
"What in the world have you been doing?" she asked.
"I've never been to a bachelor party quite like this one." He looked up as the EMTs came through with Curtis Locke on a gurney. Nate was following them, looking just as messy as Jeff.
The man on the gurney reached out for Polly as they wheeled him past and she walked with them toward the front door. He grabbed her arm, "Find my little girl, please. Don't let me die without knowing she's safe."
"Do we have your wife's phone number?" Polly asked him.
"Just find my Jessie. You have to find her."
"I have a few ideas where to look. I will do my very best. Can we call your wife?"
He nodded and the young man pushing the gurney said, "We have to go. We're taking him to Boone."
"Find Jessie," Curt Locke said one last time.
"Tell me you have his wife's phone number," Polly said to Jeff as the door closed behind the EMTs.
"Sure, it's in his file. Do you want me to call her or will you?"
"I'll make the call. It's my responsibility. But before I do, will the two of you tell me what you are putting Henry through this morning? You look like you've been painting. Are you really making that poor man do construction at his bachelor
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