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Show Twisters . . . 45 I just stood there a minute, breathing hard, wondering what to do. It was raining again and I was shaking-from the cold, from being so scared. The tops of my hands stung with scrapes and blood trickled down my leg . . . were we trapped? Of course, there was always the bathroom. With the toilet on the outside wall, we could help each other out, but what about Ryan? Could we hoist him up or something? In the lightning that tore across the sky every few minutes, I could see the clouds were still low and boiling. I didn't know if we'd be safe anywhere, even when we got out. I wanted my mom and dad so much! And I wanted Minerva , , , I swung the light around, probing the dark recesses for two bright eyes, I shot the beam higher up, remembering how she hated water, "Here, Kitty," I whispered. I tried using my high kitty-calling voice, but my throat closed off. In my heart, I knew it was no use. She was gone. No way could a lightweight like Minerva survive a tornado. I slid down on my heels, pushing my face into the wet carpet. I don't know what to do. Hot tears squeezed out of my eyes. What in the world was I supposed to do? From somewhere came the wail of sirens dipping in and out on the wind. At first the sound made me feel worse than ever. Death . .. fire . . . God help us . . . Then my head jerked up. Sirens! That meant people were alive out there. Someone was coming to help! Were they police cars? Ambulances? I can't give up now! "Dan, what are you doing?" Arthur called and I remembered I'd left him in the dark, "I think I can smell gas," I straightened, sniffed, I was too clogged up . . . I couldn't |
