Cal and JoAnn were completely out of breath when they made it out of the woods somewhere on old Blue Hickory road. The pavement provided them a river of calm and safety. They stooped over, hands on knees, panting.

“So,” Cal swallowed, his mouth was completely dry. “What do we do now?”
“She called my baby a demon!” JoAnn got out between gasps for air.
“She’s crazy, JoAnn. She accepts offerings of dead cats.”
“Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, Cal! She was freaking me out. I’m STILL freaked out. I have a demon inside me!”
“Well what do you want, an exorcism?” Cal was exasperated.
JoAnn scowled at him. Then a thoughtful look passed her face. “How about a priest? There’s a big Catholic church in Worthington.”
“How about a hospital, Jo. You need some psychiatric help.” Jo swung at Cal, but he easily dodged. “Or how about the ‘morning after’ pill?”
“I think it’s too late for that.”
“I don’t know. Maybe we could ask.”
JoAnn paused. “You’d do that for me? Go with me?”
“What are friends for?” Cal smiled.