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Show Twisters , . . 20 "Why don't you then?" "Mom says I shouldn't be the one to bring it up." "Okay, so I'll bring it up. Would you sleep over, pu-leeze?" Arthur's face brightened. I guess mine did, too, because we took off pumping hard and laughing for no reason at all. On wheels again, I was definitely feeling better. We'd nearly covered the three blocks between my house and his when the streetlights came on. With the sky all black and snarly with thunder the way it was, lights were popping on inside houses, too. Made them look like friendly little way-stations in the dusk, I swung around at the corner of Fonda Way and waited for Arthur, who was still grunting and puffing half a block away, I'll always be glad I took time to notice how beautiful Sand Crane Drive looked in that weird half-light. Up and down the street, trees swayed in unison, like dancers in a chorus line. Overhead, clouds boiled so low you could almost jump up and grab them. It was unreal, all the creaking and moaning going on. Arthur went on past me, peeling left on Fonda Way when he should have peeled right to go to his house. "Where you going?" I yelled. "Come on, I want to show you something." I followed him past Aunt Goldie's, past Miss Stevens' and the McWhirters'. Across the street, Allison Haddad and her mother waved at us as they carried groceries in from the car. "Big storm coming," Mrs. Haddad called out, "better get home." Allison looked away, embarrassed. "What are we stopping here for?" I asked when Arthur braked at Mrs. Smiley's. "Come on, you got to see something." |