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Show Twisters . . . 101 "Don't you worry none about those kids," she'd said. "They're sly as fox, those three. Mark my word, they're holed up somewhere just waiting for daybreak." I had to grin when Dad told me that. And then we were turning onto Sand Crane Drive and I wanted to close my eyes in the worst way. The nightmare was true, I knew it. I'd braced myself for it. Bat by daylight everything was worse than I expected. Dad angled the truck at the curb in front of our place and cut the engine. Nobody made a move to get out. We just sat there. I leaned into Mom, toward Ryan, who was bent on exploring my ear. Dad finally broke the silence. "We'll be living on the farm awhile," he said, in a voice scratchy as sandpaper. |
