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Trev flinched as something pressed his shoulder. Then he realized it was Francine's hand.
'You know,' she said, 'maybe we can drive out of this if we just keep going. If it's the rain making people nuts and we get out from under the storm . . .'
He hit the brakes and jerked the wheel, shouting 'Hold on!' and they skidded and slammed the side of a station wagon blocking the lane. The force of the impact jerked him, tried to throw him over onto the passenger seat, but he kept his grip on the wheel.
Behind him, the women were gasping and moaning.
'Anyone hurt?' he asked, twisting around to look back.
Francine had been hurled against Lisa, and Lisa was hunched down against the right-hand door.
'I think I'm OK,' Lisa muttered.
'I can't believe this,' Francine said, pushing herself up. 'I just can't believe this.'
'At least we didn't break any windows,' Trev said.
'What're we doing out here?' Francine blurted.
Great, he thought. She's losing it.
'Just take it easy,' he said.
'Take it easy? You almost got us killed, you fucking maniac!'
'Mom, cut it out.'
'Well, he did!'
'I didn't expect there to be a goddamn car stopped sideways in the middle of the street.'
'If you hadn't been driving like a maniac . . .!'
'I'm sorry. I really am.'
'Lot of good sorry does.'

 
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