"Don't make me turn this car around!" Stiles yells back at Grace.
He turns the corner onto what's obviously one of the main drags through town, and the glowing lights of the 7 Eleven are visible ahead.
By the time he's pulled the Jeep into a spot out front and wrestled with the stubborn parking brake, Grace's weather predictions have come true. The rain starts out slow, the roll of thunder in the distance makes it clear it won't stay that way for too long.
"Everybody out," says Stiles, pouring out of the driver's door in his usual graceful gazelle fashion. "Get some snacks before the flood starts."
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21/9/15 16:04 (UTC)He turns the corner onto what's obviously one of the main drags through town, and the glowing lights of the 7 Eleven are visible ahead.
By the time he's pulled the Jeep into a spot out front and wrestled with the stubborn parking brake, Grace's weather predictions have come true. The rain starts out slow, the roll of thunder in the distance makes it clear it won't stay that way for too long.
"Everybody out," says Stiles, pouring out of the driver's door in his usual graceful gazelle fashion. "Get some snacks before the flood starts."