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my hands on my hips. I couldn’t have struck the pose of an irate mother any better had I tried. 
         Taylor shook his head a little and said, “We can stay away from them. We need to go to the store and those things are always going to be around.”
         “He’s right,” Kat said. “We’ve got to go sometime. Might as well be today.”
         “Yeah, might as well be today,” Christina added.
         Clearly outvoted, I considered my options. I could send a pouting Taylor and Christina back inside, but that meant Kat and I would have to gather everything on our own. To tell the truth, I did not expect her to be much help. We could all go back inside and try this again another day. However, Taylor might well be correct in that the shells were always going to be around.
         I admitted defeat and said, “Okay, we’ll go, but you have to promise me you’ll be very careful. Taylor?”
         He grinned and answered, “Promise.”
         “Christina?”
         “Promise!” she responded and giggled.
         I looked over at Kat, who nodded.
         “Promise?” Christina asked.
         Kat smiled. “I promise.”
         “Those things aren’t too fast, so we should be okay if we can stay away from them,” Taylor offered.
         “You’re right. As long as we stay together, we should be fine. But we can’t get too comfortable or careless.”
         I looked over at Christina to make sure she was listening. She looked straight at me and smiled.
         “Where are you going to stay, Christina?” I asked.
         “I’m going to stay right next to Taylor.” To make her point, she walked over and took his hand.
         Taylor grinned at me with satisfaction.
         “Okay, let’s get going,” I relented.
         We moved slowly along the edge of the loading area as far as possible from the group of shells. I kept an eye on them as I walked. They appeared to be unaware of our precise location as the shells continued facing the spot where we had been previously. Did they go by sound or scent? I pondered the question until we got to the corner of the area.
         There was a gate locked by a chained padlock. Taylor started to climb over when I stopped him.
         “Hold on a second,” I told him as I listened for any sound coming from the area beyond the gate.
         I heard nothing and nodded toward the gate. In the next instant, he was over it and standing on the other side. Before I could stop her, Christina squeezed through the opening and stood next to Taylor. I gave her my best glare, which brought a whisper of “Sorry.” Next, I helped Kat climb the gate. As she reached the top, a big crash came from behind us.
         The shells had pushed over the fence and were headed toward me. Although they did not move quickly, the force of the crowd seemed to push the first shells ahead without their effort. Stupidly, I stood there, frozen and simply looking on as all of this happened. The result being that a skinny Mexican boy’s shell was able to grab my leg as I climbed the gate.
         Christina screamed. I looked down at the tug on my leg and was nearly yanked off the gate.
         “Over here, you stinky fucks!” Kat yelled, moving away from the gate and shaking the fence as she went.
         “Come get me, you bastards!” Taylor yelled, rattling the fence.
         “Can’t catch me, you poopy butts!” Christina yelled, running behind Taylor.
         Whether it became distracted by the sounds or simply lost interest in my leg, the shell holding my leg stopped. I pulled free and flipped over the gate to the other side.
         The others continued to yell at the shells, and after a moment, I joined them. “Right here, you pieces of shit!”
         I stood close to the fence and studied them as they followed the sound of my voice. The confusion was clear. Some shuffled between the noises we made. Others moved