Emotional Rescue

“Hello?”

Jay and Silvia jumped to their feet, turning to the hall door. A stout prototype of the all-American farmer grandpa stood at the doorway, water overflowing the brim of his hat to rain down on his thick jacket to his rubber boots.

“You’re the ones needing a ride to town?”

“Yeah! That’s us!” Jay replied.

“Then bring your stuff and let’s get out of here while we still can.”

The old man spun on his heels and strode away down the hall.

Jay stopped Silvia when she was wearing her jacket. He’d already figured out that what had made her refuse to go back to town was that she didn’t want to face those people again, after starring on such a scandal.

“Here,” he said, handing her his own jacket.

“And what about you?”

“Guess you’ll have to keep me warm.”

The loud honk from outside made Silvia shrug and accept the jacket. Jay replaced her woolen cap with his black cap and smiled.

“There. They shouldn’t recognize you like this.”

Silvia froze, finally understanding what he was doing, and loo