“What a beautiful day it is. Let’s get you girls into the SUV, and don’t forget to buckle up,” directed their mother’s high pitched voice. “Off we go to the plant store!”
Her husband was actually going to let his attentive wife Daisy decide on some of the plants today. Overjoyed with excitement, she couldn’t contain her nonstop chatter. The radio got louder.
“Dad turn that down,” their daughters whined from the back seat.
The plant store was nearby, which made the drive almost tolerable with the family.
As in military fashion, Daisy’s husband commanded the four of them to remain single file throughout the nursery. This wasn’t much fun not being to move around and explore, but rules had to be followed for everyone’s safety.
“Ahh this has been great fun.” Daisy’s enthusiasm was met with grumbles. “Look how we’ve loaded up this big cart with so many plants! I just can’t wait to get them into our front flowerbed for all the neighbors to see!”
Her husband decided to bring their SUV closer to load up. Their daughters went with him.
Daisy was pulling the heavy cart towards their vehicle. Her husband got out to help, and reacted quickly as the cart with a long handle got away from her. In freakish timing he stopped the cart before it hit their vehicle. Screams blared out! She looked at his hand after he let go. She noticed his middle finger had shifted left, maybe dislocated? She whispered to herself, “I hope he doesn’t notice,” as she stared in disbelief.
The ride to the local hospital was agony for him. Once they arrived to the ER, her husband struggled with the car door. A moment later, his left hand slammed the passenger door.
As Daisy checked her rear view mirror, her nervous grin was looking back at her. Without hesitation, she drove away.