I muttered some words that I had heard my Dad use one time when he had slammed his thumb with a hammer, and then pulled my bike over to the side of the road, calling ahead to Timmy to stop. He did a U-turn and pulled up beside me just as the rain drops began to fall. He suggested that we get up to Old Lady Stanwick's before it started raining too hard, and maybe she would let us stay there until it stopped. He said there was no sense in us both getting soaked, though, and since he didn't want her newspaper to get wet, he was going to ride on up ahead to her house. It was the red one with the '57 Ford Pickup in the driveway, he said. I told him to go on ahead and I would meet him there in a few minutes.
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