EXCERPT FROM LIFFEY RIVERS and THE MYSTERY OF THE SPARKLING SOLO DRESS CROWN When Liffey's eyes opened again, she saw two men wearing white jackets with large EMT letters. They were kneeling next to her on the Jig Stage floor. Louise, the concierge, was also kneeling next to her on the floor. The floor! Was she on the floor? "What in the world am I doing on the floor?" Liffey was stupefied. She tried to explain to the EMT men and Louise that she did not know why they thought she wanted to be lying on the floor and that if she did not get to the next stage right away, she might miss her Slip Jig, and she could not miss it because it was her best shot at getting a first place today since she had totally messed up her Jig. And could they all please just stand aside, so she could just go and do her Slip Jig, because it was her favorite step, even though she probably did her Jig step better, and she might actually be able to get her Solo Dress if they would just let her go! "What is your name?" asked one of the EMT men. Liffey looked at Louise for the correct answer. Louise said nothing. Certainly Louise knew who she was because her father had hired Louise to walk her to and from her room today. So why didn't Louise tell them who she was? Louise remained mute. "O.K.," grumbled Liffey. "O.K. I can do this. This is a total no-brainer. I will tell you who I am. I am the River Liffey," Liffey said matter-of-factly. "I am not the River Shannon." The men stared blankly at Liffey as she continued: "You know! I am that river in Dublin, not the other one." "I see," said one of the white-coated men looking at Louise and the other EMT with a fixed frown on his face. "May we speak with your mother or father?" the man continued. Liffey began to explain that her mother was above the fireplace at home and her father was in Chicago today when Louise finally spoke up. "Let's put her in the Arch room while I find a wheel chair to get her to the nurse's station. I"ll call her father and let him know what happened." Liffey was surprised when she was lifted up by the two men and placed on a mobile stretcher. "Why am I on a stretcher? This is ridiculous!" Liffey objected. Liffey knew that she was going to have to recover her extensive vocabulary quickly if she were ever going to get away from these white coats and make it to her Slip Jig Stage in time to dance. "Did I hit my head when I fell?" asked Liffey, back in control again. |
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