![]() ![]() If I hadn't been running on vapors, I wouldn't have come into town at all. I managed to reach my goal, the gas station. With the toe of my shoe, I gently nudged the gas pedal down one half millimeter, and the car shot forward again. If there had been any doubt as to who was driving this car before, it was gone now. I couldn't bear to look around at the reaction. The car lurched to an absolute standstill anyway. Keeping my head, I merely tapped the pedal. "Arg!" I gasped as I fumbled for the brake. The light turned green and, in my hurry to escape, I stomped on the gas pedal without thinking-the normal way I would have punched it to get my ancient Chevy truck moving.Įngine snarling like a hunting panther, the car jolted forward so fast that my body slammed into the black leather seat and my stomach flattened against my spine. At least he didn't have his nose pressed up against the glass. ![]() Marshall was gawking through the plate-glass window of his little souvenir shop. Two pedestrian were frozen on the sidewalk, missing their chance to cross as they stared. i tried to take some comfort in the fact that she wasn't really staring at me, just the car. Then I remembered that the windows were so darkly tinted that she had probably no idea ifit was even me in here, let alone that I'd caught her looking. It was still considered rude to stare at people, wasn't it? Didn't that apply to me anymore? Her eyes bored into mine, and I flinched back, wondering why she didn't drop her gaze or look ashamed. Weber had turned her whole torso in my direction. No one is staring at you.īut, because I couldn't lie convincingly even to myself, I had to check.Īs I sat waiting for one of the three traffic lights in town to turn green, I peeked to the right-in her minivan, Mrs. ![]()
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