LeslieChapter 3 Accident and Aftermath
It seemed like some kind of joke. Wes and I were talking, things couldn't be going better. He worked his lawnmower over the curb and walked across the street, looking back at me and talking. I saw the old Chevy coming up the street. It seemed to be going too slow to do anything. Surely Mrs. Crowley would slam on the brakes and yell at Wes to watch where he was going. She kept coming. I heard a crunch as the tire ran over the lawnmower. She still kept coming. Wes wasn't smiling. It looked...