Shoot, shoot, shoot.
Yes, that was what Lorin said. She couldnt deny it. She heard it leave her lips. Shoot? Any number of profanities would have been more appropriate under the circumstances, but her mothers training was kicking in when least expected.
She would say more later much more but right now there was no time. She had to concentrate on moving her foot from the gas pedal to the brake; had to convince her reluctant right hand to let go of the steering wheel and shift the car into park at fifty-five miles per hour screw the transmission. Had to remind herself not to scream. Not to surrender to the small voice telling her This is it, little girl. Say goodbye.
One front wheel caught pavement; the other tried to keep rolling a few feet farther. The rear wheels attempted to pass them both as the chassis fishtailed to the right. Her left temple recoiled off the driver-side window and the road in fr