As much as Ronnie wanted to ride in the ambulance with Rose to provide her comfort, there was the Jeep to consider and the idea of leaving it in Albany overnight was an unpleasant one. She had not gone near the Porsche since the accident, although she did notice that Hans had been over the day before to start the repairs. That left her with either the vehicle that did well in the snow or her prized 1967 Mustang to get around with and the Mustang would never see the salted winter roads of Albany if she could help it. Reluctantly she chose to let Rose ride alone in the ambulance while she followed behind in the Jeep.
The drive from Albany to Loudonville where Ronnie’s home was located normally took less than fifteen minutes. The black-haired woman gave the ambulance driver a warning that he was not on a life or death call, and he had better do his best to avoid hitting any potholes on his way out of Albany, even if it meant it took twice as long to get there. Loudonville was an area filled with old money and old homes, most dating back to the early sixteenth and seventeenth centuries. It was often considered a rich suburb of Albany even though it was a separate entity altogether. The only relation Loudonville had with the Capital City was they were within the same county. People who lived in the prestigious village made it clear they were not residents of Albany in any way, shape, or form.
The ride to her home was the most agonizing drive of Ronnie’s life. The roads were typical of early December—slush and ice chunks made the ride bumpy enough but with the added factor of potholes, the ambulance found itself bouncing around far more than usual. Knowing that every bump meant pain for Rose, Veronica yelped when the ambulance hit a particularly large pothole just as they were leaving Albany and crossing over into Loudonville. The green and white ambulance bounced and shook over the uneven road, turning Ronnie into a nervous wreck before they finally hit the smooth streets of her hometown and turned onto Cartwright Drive.
Maria opened the door and stepped out just as the ambulance pulled up the driveway, followed closely by the bright blue Jeep. Normally Ronnie would use her remote to open the appropriate garage door and put her vehicle away but she had something more important to do. She parked in the large parking area in front of the garages and waited for the back doors of the ambulance to open. She did her best to stay out of the way as they brought Rose out, noting that beyond a few tear streaks she seemed to be none the worse for wear. “And I thought the hospital was cold,” the young woman commented, the threadbare blanket and sheet doing nothing to stop the biting wind that had picked up.
“Don’t worry, you’ll be inside and toasty warm soon enough,” Ronnie replied, noticing out of the corner of her eye that Maria had the double doors open to give them maximum room to get through with the stretcher and its precious cargo.
Flat on her back, the first thing Rose noticed when they entered the large structure was the high ceilings, dark beams against a cream colored background. She turned her head and her eyes widened at the sights. The living room was huge, easily larger than her whole apartment had been. When she felt the change in height she realized that part of the living room was sunken, something she had seen in magazines at the library but never actually seen in someone’s home. The wall to wall carpeting was the same cream color as the ceiling, thick and plush without a single sign of matting or wear. Large dark wood cabinets lined one wall; Rose guessed them to be either cherry or mahogany. A set of stairs took up another wall. They reminded her of the stairs from the television showexcept that instead of having a lower landing, these stairs curved around at the bottom. The railing was also the same deep color as the cabinets and ceiling beams. She heard Ronnie cursing somewhere in the background but could not locate her no matter how she turned her head. Then she saw her exit from a room at the far end and race up the stairs. Maria stepped into her line of vision and Rose got her first real glimpse of the housekeeper. “Hello.”
“Well hello there, you poor thing,” the housekeeper replied. “Ronnie had to run upstairs to get some sheets. She’ll be right back down.”
“My name is Rose.” She held her out her hand.
“I’m Maria, child,” she replied, taking the offered hand and shaking it. “Once you’re settled in I’ll make you something good to eat. I’m sure you’re sick of that awful hospital food.”
“That’s very kind of you but I don’t want you to go to any trouble.”
“Oh, it’s no trouble at all. Oh, here comes Ronnie. I’d better go get those sheets on the bed so you can get comfortable.”
Maria took the linens from Ronnie and disappeared into the far room while the tall woman went to Rose’s side. “Sorry about that,” she said.
“Ronnie, can you do me a favor?”
“Sure, what is it?”
“Can you cover my feet? They’re freezing.” A second later she felt large warm hands clasp around her ice cold toes, the only part of her lower extremities not encased in a plaster cast.
“Why didn’t you say something?” Ronnie looked up and glared at the ambulance attendants while adjusting the sheet and blanket to cover the exposed feet. Maria stepped out of the room a few minutes later, announcing that everything was all set. “We’ll get you in bed and then I’ll run upstairs and get you a pair of nice warm socks,” Ronnie said before backing out of the way as the attendants took hold of either end of the stretcher.
It only took a quick look around for Rose to realize that the room she was being put into was Ronnie’s office. Two tall file cabinets were pressed up against the wall, apparently to make room for the queen sized bed sitting in the middle of the room. A computer desk with the largest monitor she had ever seen was against a near wall and an immense television took up the remaining wall where she could see it comfortably.
“Okay Mike, you ready?” The one attendant asked, gathering the sheet beneath Rose in his hands. “On three,” Mike replied. “One…two…three.” They easily lifted her up but in the process of putting her back down, one corner slipped out of his hands, causing the heavily casted right leg to flop down onto the bed. The jolt sent a rush of pain through Rose and the subsequent yelp brought Ronnie over to her side. “Sorry Miss,” Mike said. “We need to roll you onto your side now so we can get the sheet out from under you.”
“No,” Ronnie said. “I’ll get it.” There was clearly anger in her tone as well as concern that Rose not be injured any further. With infinite care she worked the sheet out from under the young woman until it finally came free. She tossed it to Mike’s partner. “Is there something I need to sign?”
“No Ma’am. You’ll receive a bill from us in a few days.”
“Fine. Is there anything else?” Without waiting for an answer she nodded at Maria, who was standing in the doorway, “Maria will see you to the door.”
“It was an accident,” Rose said once the attendants were gone. Ronnie was busily reviewing the instructions on how to operate the new bed.
“It was a stupid accident. He should have been more careful. What if you hadn’t been over the bed?” She reached down and wrapped her hand over Rose’s cold toes. “Let me get some socks for you. I’ll be right back. Do you want anything from the kitchen?”