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Show -35 "Hey talk about the world being peculiar," I said, looking around me. "Do you know that the only other automobile accident I've ever had in my life happened less than a hundred yards up this road, and it was almost eleven years ago to the day? How's that for an amazing coincidence?" I reached down and pulled Morgan out of the car, then we both helped Jacob. "Jesus," he said. "Jesus Christ." He held his handkerchief under his nose, trying not to drip blood on his suit. We slogged through the mud toward the highway; halfway there I turned and looked back. We had rolled over several times after hitting the ditch; the car's roof was caved in and the fenders crumpled; the windshield had popped out in one piece and lay in the watery mud that had saved us, like a long flat gleaning fish. When we got to the road Morgan sat down and began to cry. "Oh Buck," she said. "Last time all I had to do was lie in the back seat and push the dent out of the roof with my feet," I said. "My biggest worry was how I was going to tell Adam about the wreck, but it turned out he didn't care." "Jesus," Jacob said. I knelt down in front of Morgan and tried to wipe her face; it was covered with rain and tears and streaked with mud, and I was intolerably sad to see her like that. "It was only a car, a thing," I said, trying to cheer |
