Chapter 11: Raccoons and Sixty-NineIt’s a brush with death during the drive from Cookie Coke Celebration Services to Jonah’s parent’s house on Ross Street. Jonah has the Raptor kicked in four-wheel drive, but it’s not really helping on the heavy snow- and ice-covered road. He has both hands on the wheel, keeping the truck steady. The chunk of metal swerves left and right sporadically, having a mind of its own. Jonah pumps the breaks, but it’s really not doing anything to help the movement of the truck.
“Just take your time,” Sandy says in the passenger’s seat. “We’re not in a hurry.”
“It’s a mad blizzard out here. We’re more of a sled than a truck.”
“Definitely a total whiteout. How fast are you going?”
“About four miles per hour.”
“We’ll be there in forty minutes at this rate.”
Jona
