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you.”
Bruce pushed his straw out of its paper holder. “Don’t even try cupcake. My spidey-sense says a ring might not be far behind.”
Stormi giggled. “Stop it!”
Bruce looked at me and pointed at Stormi. “Look at her turning all shades of red.”
Before I could reply, we heard screeching tires and a violent crash that sounded like the crushing metal. We all dropped what we were doing and ran to the large plate glass window to look outside. We saw what looked like a Chevy Malibu impaled on a parked SUV.
“Call 911!” Bruce shouted as he ran out the door. Stormi grabbed her cell phone out of her purse as I followed Bruce. Winchester tried to follow me out the door, but I told him to stay.
Bruce and I ran across the street to the Chevy. The airbag had deployed and the woman behind the wheel shook her head. The window was down and Bruce bent down to look inside the car.
“Are you alright?” Bruce asked the woman who was trying to get her wits about her.
“I think so,” she answered. She pushed the deflating air bag towards the steering wheel and tried to open the door.
“No no,” Bruce replied attempting to stop her. “Why don’t we wait until the ambulance arrives before you start moving around.”
At that moment, she started to cry. “I don’t understand what happened,” she said. “All of a sudden my brakes didn’t work.”
“It’ll be okay,” I said trying to soothe her. “What’s your name?”
In a shaky voice, she answered. “Sandra Morgan.”
At that moment, I thought of Ol’ Charlie. We’d been so busy making sure the crash victim was all right I’d completely forgotten about Charlie. I quickly looked up over the carnage to where he’d been sitting on the bench only a few minutes before. And there he was. Safe and sound, taking a toke of his cigar like nothing had occurred only a few feet away. I guess when you storm Normandy Beach, a near hit with a car is child’s play.
Once I knew Charlie was okay I turned my attention back to Sandra who started to cry. Bruce was looking under the vehicles to make sure there were no gas leaks as Stormi hurried across the street. I could hear sirens in the distance. We weren’t far from the fire station and the first response service.
“Is she alright?” Stormi asked as she flew up to the car.
“I think she’s okay,” I answered. “Just shaken up. She said the brakes stopped working.”
“Oh my, you poor dear,” Stormi said. “That must have been scary.”
“It was,” Sandra replied through her tears. I felt so bad for her. She was terribly shaken and we weren’t sure of injuries although she wasn’t complaining of pain, but she could have been in shock. I was happy to see the ambulance, fire truck, and two police cruisers arrive on the scene.
Bruce told the officers he didn’t detect any gas leaks and the ambulance crew removed Sandra gently from the smashed car and onto a stretcher. Officer Greg Manning, Stormi’s main squeeze walked over to us.
“Did you girls see the accident?” He asked.
“No,” Stormi replied. “We heard the crash and then ran out afterwards.”
“Alright, why don’t you take Charlie over to the shoppe so he’s out of the way until we can pry these vehicles apart and get them out of here.”
“Can do Officer,” Stormi said seductively. “Oh, and I loved my bouquet.”
Greg attempted to remain stoic, but it was difficult when his sweetie batted her long lashes at him. He gave her a quick smile and said, “I’m glad.” Then he turned around and walked back to the accident. That was as much as Stormi was getting out of him while on duty, but it was enough.
Right then Paige, Bruce’s wife and my other best friend, came running up to us.
“What in the Sam Hill happened here?” Paige blurted out. Before I could answer Stormi grabbed her by the arm and said, “Come on, we
Bruce pushed his straw out of its paper holder. “Don’t even try cupcake. My spidey-sense says a ring might not be far behind.”
Stormi giggled. “Stop it!”
Bruce looked at me and pointed at Stormi. “Look at her turning all shades of red.”
Before I could reply, we heard screeching tires and a violent crash that sounded like the crushing metal. We all dropped what we were doing and ran to the large plate glass window to look outside. We saw what looked like a Chevy Malibu impaled on a parked SUV.
“Call 911!” Bruce shouted as he ran out the door. Stormi grabbed her cell phone out of her purse as I followed Bruce. Winchester tried to follow me out the door, but I told him to stay.
Bruce and I ran across the street to the Chevy. The airbag had deployed and the woman behind the wheel shook her head. The window was down and Bruce bent down to look inside the car.
“Are you alright?” Bruce asked the woman who was trying to get her wits about her.
“I think so,” she answered. She pushed the deflating air bag towards the steering wheel and tried to open the door.
“No no,” Bruce replied attempting to stop her. “Why don’t we wait until the ambulance arrives before you start moving around.”
At that moment, she started to cry. “I don’t understand what happened,” she said. “All of a sudden my brakes didn’t work.”
“It’ll be okay,” I said trying to soothe her. “What’s your name?”
In a shaky voice, she answered. “Sandra Morgan.”
At that moment, I thought of Ol’ Charlie. We’d been so busy making sure the crash victim was all right I’d completely forgotten about Charlie. I quickly looked up over the carnage to where he’d been sitting on the bench only a few minutes before. And there he was. Safe and sound, taking a toke of his cigar like nothing had occurred only a few feet away. I guess when you storm Normandy Beach, a near hit with a car is child’s play.
Once I knew Charlie was okay I turned my attention back to Sandra who started to cry. Bruce was looking under the vehicles to make sure there were no gas leaks as Stormi hurried across the street. I could hear sirens in the distance. We weren’t far from the fire station and the first response service.
“Is she alright?” Stormi asked as she flew up to the car.
“I think she’s okay,” I answered. “Just shaken up. She said the brakes stopped working.”
“Oh my, you poor dear,” Stormi said. “That must have been scary.”
“It was,” Sandra replied through her tears. I felt so bad for her. She was terribly shaken and we weren’t sure of injuries although she wasn’t complaining of pain, but she could have been in shock. I was happy to see the ambulance, fire truck, and two police cruisers arrive on the scene.
Bruce told the officers he didn’t detect any gas leaks and the ambulance crew removed Sandra gently from the smashed car and onto a stretcher. Officer Greg Manning, Stormi’s main squeeze walked over to us.
“Did you girls see the accident?” He asked.
“No,” Stormi replied. “We heard the crash and then ran out afterwards.”
“Alright, why don’t you take Charlie over to the shoppe so he’s out of the way until we can pry these vehicles apart and get them out of here.”
“Can do Officer,” Stormi said seductively. “Oh, and I loved my bouquet.”
Greg attempted to remain stoic, but it was difficult when his sweetie batted her long lashes at him. He gave her a quick smile and said, “I’m glad.” Then he turned around and walked back to the accident. That was as much as Stormi was getting out of him while on duty, but it was enough.
Right then Paige, Bruce’s wife and my other best friend, came running up to us.
“What in the Sam Hill happened here?” Paige blurted out. Before I could answer Stormi grabbed her by the arm and said, “Come on, we
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