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Show Twisters . . . 98 CP now-the Command Post, Civilians are all gone." "They brought her here on a school bus," I cried breathlessly starting to shake, starting to get mad. "Evacuated everyone during the night. Water's an inch deep in there, too much damage--" He started off. I put my face to the glass, trying to look in, but he saw me. "Don't go in there now, you hear me?" I backed away, "Where'd they take everybody?" I called after him. "All over. The armory, Barr Junior High, churches-" he flung out his arm "--everywhere. You'll have to make the rounds." The armory! I had good reason to cry now. I walked away so he wouldn't yell at me again, then sat down on the curb until I could decide what to do. There I was, smack-dab in the middle of the CP, surrounded by all these people and action you wouldn't believe, and I was worse off than ever. The parking lot blurred in front of my eyes. Don't get mad, I told myself, what's the use? And don't be a crybaby either. Just figure things out. You drove a police cruiser last night, remember7 You can do anything you have to! I wiped my face on my sleeve and took some deep breaths, trying to decide where dad would go to look for us. He'd go home first. Then, after that . . . to the armory? If Mom really was at the armory, she'd be with the Darlingtons and the kids would tell her I was okay. Maybe I should go home, too. The armory was too far away. I looked up. Colors had grown brighter. Day was coming on fast. |