Chapter 64

The next time Nettie woke, she felt as though she were lying on a cloud. If her arm and face didn't still hurt, she'd be afraid she'd died and gone to heaven. A quick wiggle of her foot reminded her that her ankle was injured too.

"Nettie?" A soft female voice called her name and fingers gently tapped the back of her good hand. "Nettie, you need to wake up."

She blinked, careful not to move more than turning her head. "Hello?"

The brown eyes that gazed back at her sparkled with mischief. "Don't remember me, huh? I bet you forgot all about putting a frog in Lily Bergsma's coat pocket when we were eight." The other woman had a crimped, ginger-colored bob and dark red lipstick.