Chapter 64
“Sit still, Poolo. Tighten your seat belt.” The newish brown pickup truck grows rapidly in the mirror. It moves smoothly but too fast. “Why’s it coming so fast?” asks Poolo. “Mommy?” asks Nolan, rubbing his eyes. “Quiet, you two. I need to concentrate.” Dread rises in my throat as I watch the rearview. I ease the accelerator down to the floor, but the brown truck is flying now. Sucking up the pavement. I can’t take my eyes off the mirror. “Mommy,” exclaims Poolo. My eyes dart back to where the road is supposed to be and I swerve to negotiate a bend. Nolan and Poolo hold each other tight. I get the car under control, veer back to my lane. Then, just as we come around the bend to a long straightaway, I see another car in the oncoming lane. It is black and new and now there is no place
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