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that was immediately
heeded, no matter how cross Shannon was with her.  They both waited for the
white man to hop inside his truck.  “You think he bad?” Shannon asked,
partially coming out of her sulking mood and looking at the white man with a
mixture of curiosity and trepidation.  Kaley didn’t answer.  Once he was inside
and had cranked it up, they started moving again.
    That’s when she
became aware of the dull hum from behind.
    “It’ll be
quick,” Kaley promised her sister, who turned away, remembering to sulk.  “Just
in an out.”
    The humming got
louder.
    Something happened
then.  Vertigo, or something close to it.  She felt it deep in her guts.  Her
stomach leapt to her throat, and then it eased back down.  She looked up and
saw things in slow motion.  She also saw her future.  There was a black man
holding her hand, kissing it.  He was very handsome.  Was he her husband?  For
a moment, Kaley was swimming in happiness, then darkness crept in, the way a
bad feeling creeps in on a good dream and gives it ominous new undertones. 
Like the worst of nightmares, the bad feeling was per ceptual rather than con ceptual.
    Then, she
snapped out of it.  Only a second or two had passed, and she and Shannon were
walking again.
    Then there was
the humming.  It was an engine.  Wonder what kind of car that is? she
thought, and turned to see.  The El Camino was coming so fast she thought she
was about to be hit.  Without thinking, Kaley shoved Shannon out of the way. 
Her little sister screamed indignantly as she hit the pavement.  Kaley put her
arms in front of her and prepared to die…
    And, oh God, if
only she had.
    The El Camino
screeched to a halt.  The Expedition came up right beside but didn’t stop. 
Instead, the Expedition slowed down and pulled around to the curb.  In an
instant, Kaley knew what this was.  Somehow she knew. 
    Someone shouted,
“Get her!  Get that one!  Don’t let her fuckin’ get away!”  That confirmed it.
    Kaley flung her
groceries at the El Camino’s windshield.  “Run, Shannon!  Ruuuuuuuuuuuuun !” 
The charm had told her, had fed her all the warning signs.  She hadn’t listened. 
She hadn’t heeded Nan’s advice.
    Shannon, not
understanding, got to her feet but didn’t run anywhere.  Lost without the
Anchor, without the all-comforting touch of her big sister’s hand, she stood
there wide-eyed and confused.  By now the tattooed white men had leapt out of
the El Camino and were bolting for her.  She turned and screamed at Shannon
again, “Run!”  This time, the Big Sister command jolted the little one out of
her inactive state, and Shannon obeyed.  But the Expedition had pulled in front
of her, corralling both Big and Little Sister.  Ahead of the Expedition, the
four guys that had been hanging out outside Dodson’s turned and ran, like they
knew the score here and didn’t want to be either an accessory or another
victim.  Shannon tried to run around to the back, but the Expedition stopped,
went into reverse and cut her off.  Just then, someone leapt out of the back
driver’s side door and reached out to snatch Shan.
    “No!” Kaley
screamed, and ran directly at the big man.  This one was black and bald, and
twice the size of Rick, Kaley’s ex-stepdad.  In those as-yet-unlived years of
guilt, Kaley would hate herself for making another mistake.  Instead of running
for Shannon she should’ve run away.  That would’ve allowed her to tell the
police everything she’d seen and give a description.  That would’ve been the smart thing to do.
    But Big Sister
Protocol performed an override of rationale, and it demanded she never leave
Shannon alone, and so she hadn’t.  Kaley balled up her fist and smacked the big
fucker across his face, just as he was bending over and snatching Shannon up by
her right sleeve.  This had almost bought Shannon time to escape.  The man
staggered back in surprise, and Shannon’s Jimmy Hendrix