"I'm getting tired of fixing you up," sighed Rita as she got ready to bandage Raymond's bleeding foot. She frowned, and said: "It really needs a couple stitches."

"Just stop the bleeding, Rita. I've got to get down to the hospital."

"Let them stitch it up while you're there!"

"No, I can't afford a doctor bill."

"Well, go sit in Arnie's recliner and keep that foot elevated. Maybe the bleeding will stop. I'll drive your car down and fetch Sarah Jean when she calls. I need to pick up the truck at your place anyway."

Rita frowned. Blood was already soaking through the first layer of gauze.

"Why did you let her ride in the ambulance in the first place?" Raymond asked.

"Why? Because that poor old man was about to have a breakdown. He was practically clinging to Sarah Jean by the time I got up there."

"I should have gone with you," he said.

"Someone had to stay here with the kids, Raymond."

"I suppose. Anyways, just fix me up quick," Raymond said sharply. "I've got to get down there."

Rita shook her head and mumbled something about pig-headed men, then grabbed a fresh roll of gauze.

"Tell me, Ray," she said as she finished dressing his foot. "When will you finally get around to marrying my sister?"

"Lord, Rita," he cried, "Give us some breathing room!"