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Show Twisters . . . 74 lurched forward. I felt us accelerating, then speeding, rocking from side to side, but speeding away from the tornado sound. I wanted to cry, I was so relieved. My eyes were shut tight, but tears were coming out just the same. Stacey was sobbing, right into my T-shirt. I could feel her shaking against me. "My God, my God!" Kelly's voice r«ng out, wobbly with fear. "Somebody up there's crazy about us, you know that? Escaping twice- in one night!" Stacey's elbow dug into my back as she straightened to sit up. I opened my eyes, shook off the chunks of glass. "You kids okay?" he asked, as I scrambled to my knees. When he turned on the inside light for a second to check the back seat, I noticed his glasses were shattered right out of their frames. We all talked at once. Babbling was what it was. We were as bad as the radio. He couldn't have understood us, even though he'd stopped the siren by then. He got on the mike again. "Tornado on the ground," he said, giving location and time . . . "houses demolished, it's another killer" . . . Then he repeated it in a voice that was still several pitches above normal, "Forget K Mart," he said afterward, "we're taking her in to headquarters," All I wanted was to get out of there in one piece. Then I noticed Kelly wasn't driving too straight. He had let up on the gas. Pretty soon he was hunched forward over the wheel, pulling his hat low over his face, "Dan!" he called, "Yeah?" |