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followed him he held up his arm, a signal for me to stay where I was. "Step on your brakes for me, I need to check your tail lights," he ordered. I pumped the brakes a few times, knowing that the red lights were going on. When I got out of the truck Sergeant Griffin gave me the thumbs up signal and recorded something in his note book. I watched James direct traffic and Veronica talk to Skip Husky. Grif was talking on his cell phone. He made several calls before walking back to me and gave me a slight smile. But he didnt say anything. We stood there silently, waiting for Veronica to finish her conversation, then he motioned for her to join us. "Miss Perkins, Ive verified Mr. Tuckers story and it checks out. The school bus driver stopped suddenly to avoid hitting a dog and Mr. Tucker slammed on his brakes to keep from ramming into the bus. You must have been traveling too close or you just didnt see that he was stopping," Sergeant Griffin explained in his professional policemans tone. "By the way," he turned to me, "the driver was Sally Combs, she knew it was you behind her but she didnt know there had been an accident, said she didnt hear anything." Sergeant Griffin searched my face for a reaction. He must have remembered the history between Sally and me. Everyone knows everything about everyone else in our town, its not just the police either. Veronica was shaking again. "What school bus? Is he making this up? I didnt see any school bus," she stammered, becoming highly agitated. "I dont see how you could have seen the bus in that car you were driving," said Grif, alluding to the low slung ride and the right side steering. Veronica wasnt paying attention. She was watching the wrecker drive off with her car aboard. With a forlorn look on her face she turned to Sergeant Griffin, "Ive missed my ride," she exclaimed as if to say, what else can go wrong? "Can I carry you someplace?" I offered. She turned to me and after a long disdainful stare, "Carry? Can you carry me someplace? Is that what you said?" Sergeant Griffin was clearly amused at how Veronica was mocking my use of the colloquial expression but he was all business. He advised both of us to complete the accident reports and turn them in at the station....pronto, was the word he used. Just then an announcement came over both officers walkie-talkies. Without even a last minute, have a nice day, they peeled rubber in the same direction, sirens blasting and lights flashing. Veronica and I were left at the side of the road. "Can I carry you someplace?" I repeated my offer just to be pesky. She had no choice. I let her climb up into my truck on her own. Distantly and without looking my way, she meekly told me she had to get her suitcase out of her car. We


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