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Show Twisters . . . 75 "Come on up here." I didn't ask questions. I brushed glass off the back of the seat and climbed over, "Ever steered before?" It suddenly dawned on me. He couldn't see! I put one hand on the wheel. "Yeah, lots of times." "I took some glass . . . I'm losing my vision . . ." He moved over against the door so I could get the feel of steering with both hands. I couldn't see a whole lot, either, with the rain driving right in on us. I wished he'd slow down, then changed my mind about that. Like me, he was eager to get out of range. "You know how to get to headquarters?" My stomach flopped. I didn't. I was terrible on the downtown streets. I knew about . . . "I_ know," Stacey spoke up. "Me, too," 6aid Arthur. "We go right by taking Dad to the armory." Officer Kelly was blinking now and grimacing. I figured he must be hurting a lot. me "You wantAto drive?" I said, braver than I felt. I was keeping her steady, right down the middle, but then nobody was out on the streets, anyway. "Grandpa lets me drive the tractor all the time." He let up on the accelerator and kind of helped me ease into the curb, putting the gear shift on "park." "I think you can do it," he said, "it might even be safer. Everything's blurring so bad . • ." Before anything else, though, he called in on his radio. |
