Michael Malone - Weebly

path. It might work. And it might rain; the latest weather
report gave a 50 percent chance of precipitation. And
what you learn, the chief confessed to the reporter, after
a life's experience, is that you never know what's going
to happen and you better stop pretending you do.
Turned back by the roadblock, Winslow Abernathy
(overaccelerating and popping the clutch) jerked the
MG around, scraping the bumper of Ernest Ransom's
Mercedes parked beside the road, and sped back
through Dingley Falls. Racing back through a town that
fire might raze. And though it bore his wife's name, had
sheltered her family for three hundred years, and him
and his for the last thirty of those, he was not thinking of
Dingley Falls, but only of driving past it without getting
killed. He felt that he looked like a clown in a tiny circus
car, his knees around the steering wheel, as the yellow
roadster motored, veering, loudly down High Street
while emergency vehicles, rerouted from Falls Bridge,
raced by in the other direction.
Sammy Smalter's car roared past Alexander
Hamilton Academy, where Walter Saar and Jonathan
Fields lay together a little less awkwardly than the night