Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 155
…“Hey that’s why we pay AAA for insurance, you know like for exploding garbage cans, accidents with driverless cars…
After accident the scene is medically triaged and processed by police, there is time to decompress. Everybody is in one piece, two such more bruised than the others, Edie with a stiff back and Fanny with a sore shoulder; if you are going to be in an accident, a hospital parking lot is the best choice. As opposed to, a funeral home, which would be skipping the survival scenario.
Eddie Dombroski is wheeled in to see the two new roomies next door in the persons of Fanny and Edie. Suddenly his spirits soar, given the new concerns about the important women joining him in this convalescent covey, a welcome tonic for a mending body.
“I thought I would drive up and visit Eddie… sorry about the car Connie.” Fanny is unnecessarily apologetic.
“Hey that’s why we pay AAA for insurance, you know like for exploding garbage cans, accidents with driverless cars…”
“The paranormal meter needle may seem like it’s bouncing around the red zone folks,” Billy Graham knows that they are not in complete control. “But I encourage you to call out to God when confronted with these confounding situations. I believe He is watching with intense interest and is poised to intervene. But He prefers to be called upon. When we call out for help, it is like an infant baby crying, for food, for comfort, for everything it can’t get by itself.”
Graham takes his leave following those words of wisdom, his own self being marred by the extraordinary experience.
“Like I was saying Fan, I am happy to see you and see you safe and sound. You can tell things have been a little crazy here.” Connie realizes that the unresolved issue is standing in the corner.
“It’s a good thing you have Ace around for protection.” Do we detect a hint of sarcasm in Fanny’s tone?
“Yes, he is a definite upgrade from Martin and William.” Constance has to play both sides of the fence: Ace and Fanny, Fanny or Ace. Her emotions are a muddled minefield, with unresolved issues littered about. One wrong step will certainly injure one or the other.
But when it comes to what really counts, not a soul on the Libby team has a shadow of doubt.
You should never wonder about real truths; in the checker board of life, they will always be marked by either black or white (or so we think).