Chapter 75
A FEW minutes of quiet and a chance to actually catch my breath didn’t reinvigorate me. But they gave me a chance to push the abraded skin, countless bruises, aching ribs, and throbbing jaw, knees, and elbows away. A moment of quiet cleared my mind.
We got back to Main Street, where Ceren smoothly steered around the fire truck flashing near Eric’s big pickup and pulled to a stop. Fred and Harry sprayed extinguishers of chemical foam on the smoldering remnants of Bill’s puttermobile. To my surprise, Bill stood behind them, holding a pressurized but closed hose ready for them.
The fire crew had arrived before Eric’s giant pickup caught. Foam oozed down the wall I’d splashed with gel. Poor Cuddles sat behind the driver’s wheel, nose pressed hard against the window, desperate for
