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Show Twisters . . , 47 "Hey, I've got an idea," he said. I never got to hear what it was. Just then a light appeared overhead, bobbing up and down with someone's steps. Coming closer, the light swept over our heads . . . across the west foundation . . . onto the sagging walls . . . "HELP!" Arthur yelled at once, too close to Ryan's ear. The baby screamed. "We're down here!" he yelled again. "Arthur! Dear God, is that you?" Hope shot through me like an electric charge. Arthur was jumping up and down. "Mama?" "It's me, Stacey!" Arthur shot the light straight up in the sky, waving it around like a beacon. Seconds later, Stacey was looking down on us from above and we were lighting up each other's faces, which didn't need lighting up at all. We would have glowed in the dark we were so glad to see each other. "Where's Mama? . . . Is she okay? What about-" "Everyone's okay, now that I found you!" For the first time, Arthur burst into tears. Big sobs racked his body. I knew he couldn't hold back. "We were so worried--" Stacey said, half-sobbing herself, "--and we tried to get you on the phone-before--" "I thought you were all . . . dead!" Arthur gulped. "I didn't think you'd go downstairs." "Oh Arthur, we didn't! Mama tried to get everyone under the big bed but she and Ronnie and I had to flatten out on the floor-it was awful! We were lying there, holding each other-Arthur-" her voice |
