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Show Twisters . . . 54 "Mom . . . Mom! . . ."I cried, but the wind whipped the words out of my mouth. Frantically, I started hauling stuff out from under the car. Boards and bricks and chunks of siding, throwing them anywhere, digging and crying until I couldn't see. I had to find her! She could be trapped . . . dying . . . Arthur grabbed my arm from behind. "Come on, Dan," he yelled, "she made it to Smiley's, I know she did!" I shook him off, I had to find her. Then the two of them got hold of me and pulled me away from the car. I kicked at Stacey, swore at Arthur, but they wouldn't let go. Arthur wrestled the light out of my hand, dragged me along beside him. I knew she was there, buried under that car, I knew it, I didn't want to go on to Smiley's and waste all that time, but they wouldn't let go. I was so crazy right then I didn't see the person in the red wind-breaker who was hurrying toward us, "Look!" Stacey and Arthur shouted together. My mom'8 voice screaming "Danny 1" Seconds later, I was in my mother's arms crying like a baby. Arthur and Stacey were crying, too, but Mom and I were the ones making most of the noise. You can't imagine how I felt right then. We all had our arms around each other next. Mom was kissing everybody, including Ryan right through the denim jacket, I figured then that nothing else mattered. You can do without all kinds of things-your house, your bike, your room, a whole city of people-if you have the ones you love. |