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Show Coffee Drinkers Preferred Page 211 of 307 She used the slightly higher toned voice that she could turn on when talking to her kids, "Okay guys, we're going to take a drive with Nephi." "He made bail?" I asked. "He's offered bail. It's a half a million. Even a tenth of that will be hard for him to come up with but she thinks we better make ourselves scarce just in case." We tossed her two suit cases,next to my one into the trunk of my few years old Chevy Malibu that was, like almost all cars, silver. We got in. "Listen, I have car seats in a friend's car around the corner." Sarah pointed, already more than a little nervous. I slowed down as we rounded the corner and nearly stopped at the house with the Mazda, but Nimble Nephi is no Nimrod and I realized that stopping at exactly the right car might be a little hard to explain, unless she would buy that I was psychic. "Stop. Here." She called just as I was passing the place. Whew. That was close. She jumped out of the car and raced over to the Mazda and opened the back door. I struggled to a standing position with the help of the door and the steering wheel. The broken left forearm was able to do a lot more than I had expected. The bandages around my torso helped |
