“Is she okay?” I hear from down the hall. “Hey, Hank.” I drop my hand and look up at the ceiling, “I don’t know.” “Did she put on a show at least?” he inquires with a smile in his voice. A laugh bubbles out of my throat. “Did she ever.” “She’s an impressive woman.” I roll the back of my head along the wall to look at him. “She is,” I agree, honestly.
