up, Cora is gazing at her again. Sprig kisses the dog. âYouâre really worried too, arenât you? Do you want me to call the doctor, Cora? I donât know her name! I could call 911, but thatâs for emergencies.â She looks into Coraâs eyes. âWhat if itâs just a cold or something ordinary like that, wouldnât it be stupid of me to call, Cora?â
Sprig sits down on the floor and puts her arms around the dogâs neck. âI know what youâre thinking. Youâre thinking what if itâs something really bad, like the Ebola virus, the one that kills you. Thatâs what youâre thinking, isnât it, Cora?â
Cora keeps her blurred gaze on Sprig. Yes, sheâs saying, thatâs exactly what Iâm thinking. Sprig stands, goes to the phone, and punches in the three numbers.
âA ND last, on the six oâclock news report, we have a story of a young girl saving the life of one of our senior citizens with her quick thinking,â Bob Engelhard, the evening news anchor, says.
âOh my god,â Dakota cries. âTheyâre talking about you, Sprig. Mom! Come in here,â she calls. âSprig is on the news.â
Mom sits down on the arm of the couch, just as Bob Engelhard turns to Mary Roman, his coanchor, and says, âMary, fill us in.â
âItâs a pleasure, Bob. We have so many downbeat stories, but not this one!â Mary looks into the Ewingsâ living room. âThis afternoon, ten-year-old Grace Ewing had the presence of mind to call in the emergency folks, when her seventy-eight-year-old neighbor, Ruth Levin, became ill.â
âOh, no,â Sprig says, covering her face. âThis is so embarrassing.â
âYouâre famous,â Dakota says. âMy sisterâs famous! Maybe theyâre going to show your picture.â
Sure enough, Sprigâs class picture from last year ââI look so young,â she cries â flashes on the screen, followed by a picture of their house, then the garage, and Miss Ruthieâs windows, and the little porch.
âGrace was alone with the elderly woman and had no idea that Ms. Levin was the victim of a stroke,â Mary is saying. Now the camera shows the exterior of Memorial Hospital and then the red EMERGENCY ROOM sign. âDoctor Raymond, a heart specialist, told this reporter that time is of the essence in strokes.â Mary turns to Bob, and he picks up the narrative.
âMary, had the Ewing girl â sheâs only ten years old, isnât that amazing? â had she not acted so rapidly, Ms. Levin might have been seriously incapacitated for the rest of her life.â
âI know, Bob. Thereâs got to be some grateful people out there tonight. As it is, her chances for recovery are very good. I was reading something the other day about this being the Me Generation. I donât think so!â
âI should say not,â Bob says. âAnd now, letâs look at the weather, Maryâ¦.â
âWow,â Dakota says. âMy little sister is a hero.â
Sprig sags against the back of the couch. Everybody says theyâre so proud of her: Mom and the doctors at the hospital, and now the six oâclock news. But what Sprig keeps thinking is that she let too much time pass before she called 911. She waited to see if Miss Ruthie felt better, she waited for Mom to call her back, she fiddled around looking for Mr. Juliusâs phone number. She waited too long. The moment she saw Miss Ruthie swaying in the door, uncombed, still in her bathrobe, she should have known something was wrong.
Theyâre all telling her she saved Miss Ruthie from having a lot more damage. Damage . It sounds like a caved-in car, like a house smashed by a hurricane, like Miss Ruthie covered with tubes and wires and so sick they wonât let anyone in to see her for more than a minute.
Later that evening when Dad calls, Mom