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Show Blue Run/33 the squad car and his face seemed deformed behind the glass, when he screamed those things that I never wanted our boy to hear, I would've maybe gone with Buddy Washer even then. I later learned that it'd all happened during this killer tornado. The funnel was on the ground that instant-a swath of delta not twenty-five miles north It plowed through Arkadelphia, howled down main street through the bank and post office where sixteen lay dead. As the cops drove my ex-husband out of my life forever, to the County pen and wherever he'd go after that, at that same time a tornado was smashing into this town's P.O., so that, as the story gets repeated, the mail got up into the jet stream somehow and, for years and years, people found stamped letters from towns like Searcy and Beebe and Dirty Devil, Arkansas fluttering down into Canada and the glittering icefields of the north |