back on the icy sidewalk, not calling out, not moving, just lying there in the cold like someone who had given up on expecting help.
She dropped her bag and ran to him.
He opened his eyes slowly when she knelt beside him and told her, with all the warmth of a man who had not been touched by kindness in a very long time, not to make a scene.
She helped him sit up. His hands were shaking in a way that had nothing to do with the temperature.
