Leaning over she breathed into the straw, and the effect was immediate. Through his plaid shirt, I could see his chest rising, just a touch, enough to prove air was getting into his lungs. Hannah placed bloody fingers on his neck, felt for a pulse. He must have had one because she didn’t start CPR, just continued her rescue breathing.
Paramedics hurried into the diner with a stretcher as those damn bells over the front door jingled wildly, breaking the tense silence that had descended over the crowd as they’d watched the new waitress save a man’s life.
“All right everyone,” Dec said, his voice loud. “Let them through. Hurry, please.”
The crowd backed away, allowing the paramedics to get to Mr. Hardy. Seeing her giving him breaths through the straw, one of them pulled a piece of flexible
