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What was it like before the doctor got there?
Till then, we were in the back seat of the warm
dark bubble of the old Buick. We were where
we'd never not been, no matter where we were.
And when the doctor got there?
Everything outside was in a rage of wind and sleet,
we were children, brothers, safe in the back seat,
for once not fighting, just listening, watching the storm.
Weren't you afraid that something bad might happen?
Our father held the wheel with just two fingers
even though the car skidded and fishtailed
and the chains clanged...