How It Works in All Our Affairs

NOT LONG AGO, when I was visiting friends, a rug slipped and I went boom. I hit that beautiful, polished floor with my left hip. My daughter came on the double, looked at the huge drops on my brow, and offered me smelling salts. Then, at a loss, she said, "Dear, I know you don't want bourbon, but would a whiff of it help?" I lay there in agony and laughter.