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pulsebygrabbingherwrist.
“Thetramtracksareallcrookedonthisstretchofthe
route,”anelderlymanholdingabriefcasenoted,then
lookedatthetramdriverwhowasstandingthere,
lookingonandwonderingwhetherheshouldbecalling
foranambulanceorstayingwithhistramcar.This
dilemmawasdispelledbyayounglad,wearinganavy-
bluehatwithlightbluetrimming,whowastheonlyone
savvyenoughtorunforthephonebox.Theelderly
manwenton,
“Someoneshoulddosomethingaboutthosecrooked
rails!Replacethemorputupsignswarningdriversnot
tobrakehere.There’snodoorsonthesedamned
trams!”
Niusiawastooweaktopaymuchattentionortake
partinthisdiscussion.Shebecameslightlyanimated
whenherdaughter’sfaceemergedfromthecrowd–
she’dforgottenthatMadziawastravellingwithher,and
nowlookingdownatherinjuredmotherwithterrified
eyesaswideassaucers.NiusiasawMadziagrabbing
hernanny’shandtightlyandthatwasenoughforthe
injuredwomantoknowthechildwasfineandthat
therewasnoneedtoworry.Niusiaclosedhereyes
againandtriednottothinkaboutwhathadhappened
andwhatmightcomenext.Shecouldnolongerpay
attentiontothenoisesbeingmadebypassengerswho
seemedmoreupsetabouttheincidentthanshewas
herself.Intime,herattentionwasdrawntothenoise
ofanambulancesirenechoinginthedistance.When
thatdieddown,sheopenedhereyestofindaman
wearingawhitenursingoutfitbendingoverher.
“Getbackeveryone!”heroared,crouchingbeside
theinjuredwoman,pleasedtofindsheseemed
tobeabletofocusonhimwithalucidgaze.“What’s
happenedhere?”heasked,gentlyfeelingaroundher
