We were at the range the day she did it. She shut the door, there was a long silence, then she said "Bob, I just shut my finger in the door. I need to go to the emergency room." I said "There's not much the emergency room will do about a finger in the door." She showed it to me, and I said "Let's go to the emergency room." When we got there, the triage guy asked the problem. We told him. He said "There's not much we can do about a finger in the door." She showed it to him. He said "Follow me, I'll get the surgeon." As I recall, it took seven or eight stitches.