Then we were finally stopped, all tangledtogether in the middle of the street, and I got out to see how bad theywere. Summer of ought-one, that was. The Scout fishtailed, the head dropped back downinside the cab, and there was a grinding as the driver upshifted, tryingto take her old heap from zero to sixty in maybe nine seconds. I'm sorry.
It was like some crazy version of Let's Make a Deal. Last night he'd tried to argue Hendriks into going South with him, but Hendriks said he'd picked up with Until then therewould be no rest for Sara Laughs. Death hadprobably not been instantaneous, the assistant medical examiner told me,but it had still come swiftly enough.
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