Tom Hyman (53 page)

Genny threw another stone. It sailed through the open driver’sside window and hit the bald-headed man right in the forehead.

The other man quickly wound up the window.

She threw two more. The first smashed against the side-view mirror; the second hit the rolled-up window and shattered it.

The engine started and the car backed up. Genny grabbed her biggest stone, the white one, and hurled it as hard as she could.

It shattered the windshield.

The car roared in reverse up the path, swerved crazily out onto the town road, braked with a loud squeal, slammed into first with a gnashing of gear teeth, and accelerated off down the road in a screech of peeling rubber.

Genny stood watching, hands planted on her hips.

If they came back tomorrow, she decided, she’d really get them good.

the end.