The Self-rescuing Princess

This morning on the way to the dentist, A called on my cell phone. "Where are you, are you at home?"

"Why?" I asked.

"I think I broke my ankle and I need a ride to the doctor But if you have somewhere to go you can just drop me off. I'll be fine."

Naturally, the dentist appointment got rescheduled and I took Ato the doctor's office. Luckily, no bones were broken but she has a bad sprain. The t-shirt she was wearing said "Self-rescuing Princess" which seemed appropriate because of her calm way of behaving through it all, packing up her computer to take with her, sending e-mails from the waiting room and carrying on as if all was fine!