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Mom!” Drew yelled. “Mom, what’s wrong? Wake up! Somebody help me! Mom!”
A human wave erupted down the driveway. Some of us trotted, some walked. The kids, worried about Drew, raced. But everyone suddenly stopped by Marla’s mailbox. It was there that Julian, who’d arrived first, put out his arms. He ordered everyone to stay where they were, then called for Tom.
When I saw Holly sprawled on the street, I stopped breathing. I was close enough to know something was very wrong. The logical part of my brain was asking, What? But my emotions were way ahead of that, and I found myself gasping for breath.
Drew was screaming, “Mom! What’s wrong? Mom! Talk to me!”
My knees buckled and I pitched forward. Tom grabbed me.
“Miss G.,” he said softly. “Sit down. Don’t move.” He called to one of the
