Tuesday looked where Declan had just gone, and her dropped jaw still yet to close.

“Did that really just happen?” she asked.

“It did,” Polly said.

“With Declan and the nurses and the doctor and everything?”

“It did.”

“And he was really dressed like that?”

“Indeed,” Polly said, with a grin.

“Wow, I thought I must have been seeing things. Wishful thinking, you know?” ...