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Show Twisters . . . 56 I started jumping around to warm up. My biggest worry right then was getting hypothermia. I was shaking so hard I couldn't stop. "Should we go over there-" Arthur began, "--maybe with our lights-" Stacey had gone out to the curb, was motioning and pointing. "Mrs. Hatch, couldn't we get some help down there? That's where we took the kids right after." Once in the street again, we could see lights and figures moving around just beyond the Darlington's place. There was a bus, yellow lights flashing, and what looked like a firetruck. Other headlights lit up the intersection. "Oh thank God!" Mom said. "I died a thousand deaths, Danny " She didn't need to tell me. We put our arms around each other again. I felt a great chill go over me that had nothing to do with the cold. To think I'd almost left Ryan asleep in his room! I'd never tell her that. I could hardly even admit it to myself. I reached across Mom and patted the warm round hump under the towel. "Ryan Oliver." Saying his name almost choked me. I'd make sure he had the best big brother who ever lived, that's what I'd do. By the time we got to the pick-up corner, past the sad hulk of the Darlington's house, an ambulance and a patrol car had arrived. With sirens going and red lights pulsing, the area looked like a disaster scene on Tv for sure. The figures darting back and forth in the headlights turned out to be firemen and Arthur's neighbors, A man got on the bullhorn, asking people to come on out of their basements. Search and rescue was beginning, he said. He ticked off the dangers of staying and there were plenty. |
