high。 Just a little ways。 Please!”
The bus blasted up and pulled to the curb in front of the trucks; and when the doors folded
open; one by one my classmates climbed on board。
What happened after that is a bit of a blur。 I remember the neighbors gathering; and the
police with megaphones。 I remember the fire brigade;
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and some guy saying it was his blasted tree and I'd darn well better get out of it。
Somebody tracked down my mother; who cried and pleaded and acted not at all the way a
sensible mother should; but I was not ing down。 I
was not ing down。
Then my father came racing up。 He jumped out of his pickup truck; and after talking with my
mother for a few minutes; he got the guy in the cherry
picker to give him a lift up to where I was。 After that it was all over。 I started crying and tried
to get him to look out over the rooftops; but he wouldn't。
He said that no view was worth his little girl's safety。
He got me down and he took me home; only I couldn't stay there。 I couldn't stand the sound
of chain sa