Chapter Thirteen
How much time had passed?
“Joan!” it was Vera’s voice, “look at me.”
“What?”
“You fell backwards and hit your head on the wall.”
“Where am I?”
“You don’t remember?”
“I remember being angry,” Joan said.
“You should have medical check you out,” Vera was worried.
“Yes, maybe so. Thank you.” Joan turned and walked out of the cell.
Vera did not know what to make of it. Joan was not at all herself.
The next day, Vera asked Linda if everything seemed all right with the Governor.
“What do you mean? Why should anything be wrong with her?” Linda asked.
Vera bit her lower lip and just shook her head. She couldn’t tell anyone about last night.
The day passed slowly. Vera kept hoping that Joan would come by and let her know she was all right. But by dinnertime it became evident that the Governor was not going to visit her today.
“Morning, Bennett,” it was Linda.
Vera had not seen Miss Hood since she asked her to mail a letter to Bridget Westhall.
“How is the Governor?” Vera was becoming concerned.
“Funny you say,” Linda shrugged, “she’s kind. Really weird coming from her.”
“Did she go to Medical for her head injury?”
“Why d’ya know bout that?”
“I heard about it from someone,” Vera tried to sound nonchalant.
Linda knew it was a lie but decided it wasn’t worth her effort to pursue the matter.
Linda did not know that Medical had sent the Governor to a large hospital for tests where an aneurysm was found. It seemed to have been growing for some time.