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Show Twisters . . . 73 Arthur and Stacey hard against me. Hie had us going the other way before we knew what was happening. I figured we were heading back to the bowling alley. Then I saw the terror on Kelly's face. "Get down!" he shouted. For some reason, Stacey and I looked behind us first. "NOW!" he ordered. In the headlights of the oncoming car I saw a house explode half a block behind us and go flying through the air. Stacey screamed. We were in another tornado! "KEEP DOWN!" The siren revved to full blast- WAH, WAH, WAH, WAH, WAH! Kelly swung the car around, blocking the one coming toward us. By then we were down between the seats on top of each other. I heard the other car's brakes as it spun around. Then the roar, the same terrifying roar, rising and falling in our ears as loud as the siren. Louder! Oh God, please God . . . The patrol car jerked forward . . . stopped! . . . we began to bounce . . . up and down, side to side . . . leaping forward and bouncing at the same time. Stacey's fingers dug into my shoulders. My head banged against the door with every lurch. Lifted . . . dropped . .. I bit my tongue so hard I could taste blood. "I've got it floor-boarded," Kelly shouted, "but we're not moving!" What I heard next was this frantic voice on the radio. No badge numbers or ten-fours or anything, just this voice laced with panic: Kelly, get the hell out of there! "I'm trying!" he cried. Sure enough, the explosion came next. The windshield popped and threw glass all over us. At the same time, miraculously, the patrol car |