FRITZ GATHERED THE notes and I grabbed the books. We walked toward the car as the rain fell harder. Natalie"s VW turned into the lot. She parked right at the curb in front of us.
FRITZ GATHERED THE“I thought you"d be here. Any luck?”
“We were just leaving,” I said.
“Don"t go yet. I came when I saw the weather report. A line of thunderstorms is coming fast. They even put up a tornado watch. Stick around for another half hour and see.”
As if she"d ordered it, a crash overhead opened the spigot. She climbed out, and in the twenty feet back to the door, we were drenched. Hurrying to the classroom, we were chased down the hall by a blinding flash, and rattling lockers welcomed us back. We set up the trips just as planned. When the next flash came, I grabbed the doorknob—nothing. Fritz said
