Weather War [antikvár]

MONDAYJULY 3SAN FRANCISCO, CALIFORNIAi! !.fifilli' f.'Darlene Edwards felt like she was going to explode out of her skin. As she sat hunched over the wheel of the '67 Volkswagen, she picked at the pimple on her chin, hoping it would break before she did. She inspected her finger for a trace of blood and, finding none, licked it anyway. The front seat of the carthe floor, even the dashboard^was littered with wrappings from McDonald's and Burger King and Pizza Hut. But there was nothing left to gnaw on but herself."That son of a bitch." She looked out again quickly, down the almost-deserted street, afraid he might appear and catch her hating him, and yet desperately anxious for him to arrive. They had to get away from here and before the storm broke. She looked up through the little hole they called a sun roof. Above her, the sky rumbled but didn't stir the air, and sitting there gasping she felt herself swelling with unexpelled breath. Darlene farted1.1 ' I'