Chapter Six
Rain pummeled the windshield, and the wipers struggled to clear the sheets of water. Thunder boomed overhead. Doris gripped the steering wheel, her knuckles white. A frog strangler, as her aunt would say. The taillights of the ambulance in front of her were barely visible through the torrent. Lord, please don’t let me drive into a tree. She licked her dry lips. Must remember to breathe.
Next to her, Maureen kept up a constant stream of chatter. Did the woman not care about the four patients in the back of the ambulance? All Doris could think about was the horrific injuries on their bodies. Fortunately, no one died as a result of the explosion at the munitions factory. Yet. The desire to get the victims into Ron’s capable hands warred with the necessity of not worsening their
