The Call That Changed Faces
Eli asked softly, “Is there someone we can call for you?”
“My neighbor, Camille,” she whispered, reciting a number.
He dialed. A breathless voice answered. “Mrs. Duarte? Where are you?”
“In the store,” she said, half-laughing, half-crying. “I got clumsy.”
Eli spoke to Camille: “Paramedics are on the way. She’s safe. Could you meet us at Suncrest?”
“I’m in the car,” Camille replied. “Tell her I’m coming.”
Around them, the room seemed to exhale.
