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Show Twisters . . . 48 broke, "--Ronnie Vae got sucked right out of the window!" I gasped. "I tried to hang onto her, but I couldn't. I couldn't do anything but scream." "Stacey! Is she all right?" "She i£. It's a pure miracle! It threw her into the Winegar's bushes, knocked her right out." Stacey wiped her face, her hand shaking so hard we could see it from below. "Mama thinks she doesn't even remember it." I shuddered. I could feel that sucking tornado all over again, I could see Ronnie . .. Ryan let out a first-class wail about then that sent all of us into action. Stacey leaned over the foundation and spotted the toilet tank with her big torchlight, "Listen, Dan," she said, gulping hard, "can you climb up on that John with Ryan?" I nodded. In a second she was straddling the foundation, the torch positioned on the cement in front of her. The wind tossed rain in our faces and sent her black hair flying as I scrambled onto the toilet seat. "Hand the baby up to me first," she said, "then I'll help you guys." I climbed onto the narrow toilet tank. Bracing myself against the wall, with Stacey holding onto the neck of my T-shirt, I managed to take Ryan when Arthur lifted him up to me. I had to grab hold of Stacey's leg once to keep from toppling over, but we got the job done. Right away she re-wrapped him. "Poor little guy," she crooned, "he's practically naked, isn't he?" A few minutes later, Arthur and I were climbing over all this stuff |
