Sharon called out, "Jaye? Oh, god, Jaye."

First one eye, then the other, opened. There was the street, asphalt all around her. Jaye looked around. No truck. She looked down. Still standing, with a rat of a dog that looked up and slapped its wet tongue across her lips.

She didn't know whether to giggle or pass out.

"Jaye?"

Sharon's voice, but she was nowhere in sight. Up on the lawn, Linnie was struggling to get up while holding a hand to her lower ribcage. She looked like a catfish out of water.

"Jesus, Jaye. Answer me, dammit."

The voice came from her little car.

"Sharon? Where the hell are you?"

There was a shuddering sigh and a grunt. "Are you okay?"

Jaye approached her car after checking for oncoming vehicles. "Yeah, I'm fine. The dog's fine, too."

"Good. Then I'm gonna kill you. As soon as I'm able to stand up."

Peeking around her car, Jaye saw Sharon half hidden under the vehicle. She also saw a sizable dent in her door.

"Sherry?" croaked Linnie, who had finally managed to make her way down the lawn.

Jaye shoved the dog into the woman's arms and turned to help Sharon.

"Jaye, for the love of god, never do that again," Sharon said as she pushed herself up onto the lawn with Jaye easing her along with support under her sister's arms. "I thought you were," she managed before her voice caught. She sobbed.

Jaye hugged her from behind and said, "Not on my to-do list today." She squeezed Sharon tighter and hoped that would mask her sudden case of the shakes.

Linnie shushed the Chihuahua as she watched the two sisters. She gave into the emotion of the moment. Jaye was safe. Little Tootie was safe, and Sharon…well, she…

"Uh, Sharon? Is your foot supposed to point in that direction?"