I got dropped in a heap on the sidewalk.
I looked up, and there was a shiny black car with M.D. plates and Kate waving her umbrella at the driver and shouting: "Listen, Dr. Big Shot, whose life are you saving? Can't you even watch out for a sniveling little kid crossing the street?"
The doctor looked pretty sheepish, and so did I.
A few people on the sidewalk stopped to watch and snicker at us.
Our janitor Butch was there, shaking his finger at me.
Kate nodded to him and told him she was taking me home to mop me up.
"Yas'm," said Butch.
He says "Yas'm" to all ladies.
Kate dragged me along by the hand to her apartment.
She didn't say anything when we got there, just dumped me in a chair with a couple of kittens.