American Tapestry Winter JenningsChapter 10
I was vaguely aware of a tearful Vanessa hugging me, whispering, “Sorry, so sorry.” My screams had brought Walker and Pilar racing into the kitchen. They must have been terrified. First by my wailing shrieks, then the sight of Vanessa and me sobbing. I was dimly aware of sirens all around us. The Wrigley is only a couple of blocks north of Union Station and there was pandemonium all around us. Horns were blaring; we could hear the sounds of cars crashing into each other as panicked drivers...