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Trev, pinned on his side between the door and Sandy, suddenly realized he could only see with one eye. He started to panic, then remembered the bag on his head. He pulled an arm out from under Sandy and tugged the bag off. He could see again. |
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Sandy's head. Hanging hair hid her face as she shoved at the window of his door in an effort to push herself up. |
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'I been better,' she gasped. |
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From behind Trev came moaning sounds. 'Lisa? Francine?' |
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'I think Mom's knocked out,' Lisa said in a squeezed, breathless voice. |
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'How are the windows back there?' |
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Silence for a moment. Then he heard a quick, high suck of breath. 'Oh my God, Trev! The whole rear window's busted!' |
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The rear window, he told himself. Not the back passenger window. Otherwise, rain would be pouring down on Lisa and her mother. |
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'Is rain getting in?' he asked. |
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'I can't . . . Just some trickles.' |
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'For godsake, don't let any of that water touch you.' |
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'It's OK so far. But it's kind of starting to run.' |
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