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Show Twisters . . . 82 Public Safety Center were ablaze. "They have their own generator," Arthur told me, as if I hadn't figured that out already. "Suppose they got Kelly to the hospital?" I asked a minute later. I was picturing myself driving that cop car all the way to Lutheran Memorial . . . with Kelly there beside me in his uniform, trusting me. I crossed my fingers hard. He'd be okay, wouldn't he7 Just then a siren started up somewhere below, but neither of us flinched. I guess we were getting used to the shrill sounds of emergency. When I came out of the John a little later, a woman in a brown uniform was busily writing down everything Stacey was telling her. "Hello, Dan," she said, looking up and smiling. "I'm Mildred Minetti, matron for the women's section." She shook my hand. "Welcome to Disneyland." I didn't know what she was talking about. She laughed. "Oh, I knew I shouldn't have said that." She crossed her legs and settled her clipboard on her lap. "You see, we have this . . . elderly alcoholic. She's seventy-five if she's a day. She's in here all the time on 'drunk and disorderly' charges. Wouldn't you know . . . once she started calling this place Disneyland, the name stuck?" Under her breath she added, "She also calls me Minnie Mouse." I didn't get that either, Mrs, Minetti was a very nice-looking lady. Friendly as she was, I still wished like anything that Kelly had gotten us to the K Mart. How would I know if Mom and Ryan were okay? What if the tornado that tossed us around in the car swooped down over |
