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For what seemed like long moments, Allen held Laura tightly while the cottonwood twisted and toppled and crashed toward them with a great crackling, swishing sound of rain-soaked branches. Leaves and sticks and water showered them, and the thunder died away into some cavern between the worlds.
Then Allen was releasing her and saying shortly: "Get back in the car, Laura." And Laura was slipping her hand into his and answering: "No--I'm going to stay with you, Allen," half wondering even then if it had a double meaning.