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She shrugs

“That’s your proble picked out for you, so don’t try to weasel out of this I want a real da”

I puff the Malediction Brake lights go dark in the distance

“Yes,maybe?”

“Are they hot maids? ’Cause I never had a nine-­way before, so, yeah”

Soo off ahead of us In the distance, I actually see a truck inch forward

“It’s a Christmas miracle,” shouts Candy “God bless us every one”

Like so in to creep tentatively forward I take my foot off the brake and let the Escalade roll

At that moment the sky opens up I hit the windshield wipers, but a second after the glass goes clear, it’s drenched again I roll down myand stick y I spit it out The sky has gone dark gray, dulling the colors on all the cars In the downpour I lose sight of the Charger

“Do you see it?”

Candy has her head out her

“It’s about a block ahead,” she says Then, “Wait It’s got its signal on I think it’s turning Yeah, there it goes”

Traffic lurches to a stop Horns honk ­People shout at each other

“Wait He’s gone?”

“Yeah, around the first corner”

It’s a sea of brake lights again No one is going anywhere

“Knohat?”

“What?” says Candy

“I’m about to call in that brass band Get your head back inside the car”

“Now you’re talking”