It was in the afternoon of a bright sunny day. We’d been shopping. There was just one more stop. Crystal (aka Marianne) was driving. Someone pulled in front of us from a side street and WHAM! My knee went into the dashboard—driving my femur into my hip socket. It came out the back like a fist through drywall. It put me out of commission for awhile and I still come in from working in the yard or riding in the old “farm Jeep” saying, “I’m a hippasaurus.” So I’m writing novels now.