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Show Twisters . . . 78 We watched as they hustled him through an inside door. I felt a little silly waving at his back when he couldn't see me, but I did it anyway. It was awful, not being able to tell him "thanks" or "goodbye" or anything. We'd been through a lot together, and I really liked that guy. Even after Kelly left, the place was as much a zoo as ever. Phones were ringing non-stop. From somewhere in the background we could hear the massive congestion of a police radio piling up messages. Cops and people in regular clothes were in and out of offices, shouting to each other, everyone hyper. Finally, the same policewoman who had helped Kelly came over to where we were 8tanding at the long counter. "So you kids need shelter," she said. I needed to find out if my family was alive, that's what I needed, "Kelly said you're separated from two sets of parents, is that right7" We nodded, "Hold on-" She went back to her desk, got on the intercom with someone. "Mildred, are we opening up the women's section for sure? Yes, I have three teenagers here." I straightened. I think Arthur did, too, being mistaken for a teenager. She called someone else on the intercom, after which this heavyset man in tan work clothes came out and glowered at us. I looked down at myself, then at Arthur. We really were a sight. My jeans were filthy, torn on both legs. Noticing Arthur's dirt-streaked face, I quickly wiped my own on the bottom of my shirt, Stacey was thinking along the same lines, I could tell by the way she kept messing with |
