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Show Twisters . . . 72 "Wait, Dan," Stacey grabbed my shoulder, "they had time to get there before 10:30. Honest! They'd have got there before the storm hit. I'm real good at guessing times, aren't I, Arthur?" "Guessing isn't good enough!" I yelled at her. That policeman could tell how scared I was, hanging onto the front seat, screaming like that. He took hold of my hand and pulled me closer. "Listen to me, Dan. Your mom's okay. K Mart had only minor damage and there haven't been any reports of buses involved. It's nearly eleven now. I'd have heard about it." He squeezed my hand hard. "Believe me, we know what's going on." ed I tried to believe him. I want/ to, but I didn't trust those "reports" he was talking about, now that I'd heard his crazy radio. "Hold it!" he said suddenly, bending to the radio. We all shut up. . . . struck a_ second time . . . What? What was struck a second time? What were they saying? Squad four out of gas north of the interchange interrupted a tired-sounding voice. Say it again! What was struck? . . . all rescue units . . . one four zero one to fire captain . . . Hastings Civil Defense . . . We were all straining to sift out words we could understand. Then children trapped at Meves Bowl came through clear as anything. Some one was repeating it over and over. They were calling all rescue units to Meves Bowl, Meves! Aunt Goldie! That's where- Suddenly our driver jammed on the brakes, flipped a U-ie that threw |
