"Tim LaHaye - Left Behind Kids 02 - Second Chance" - читать интересную книгу автора (LaHaye Tim)

"There's no way you're going to be able to back out of your space without at least clip-ping the bumper
of that car," Vicki said. "Do you think your car could push that one out of the way a little bit? You'd still
have a tough time backing out and getting around it, but it may be your only chance."

"No harm in trying," Judd said. "I can't think of anything else."

Judd told Vicki to line herself up near the crashed car and try to guide him with hand signals so he would
come as close to missing it as possible. If he had to hit it, he'd hit it. If he had to hit it hard, he'd do that
too. What-ever it took to push it out of the way, that was what he had to do.

Judd got into his car and started the engine. He looked in his rearview mirror and didn't see Vicki. He
looked at the mirror on the door and saw her standing there, motion-ing him to start backing out. He
pretended to busy himself with something else in the car on the seat. He had to stall. It wasn't that he
didn't want to do this, it was just that he was suddenly overcome with a feeling of such sadness and
loneliness and grief that he could barely move.

What was it about merely being inside the car with Vicki outside that made him feel so alone? It was
almost as if he was in a trance. He still longed for this to be just a bad dream, but he knew it wasn't. He
was tired. He wanted to lean over and put his head on the passenger seat and close his eyes. He fought
tears. He fought drowsiness. He heard Vicki call out, "OK! OK, Judd!"

He waved and shifted into reverse. Judd slowly began to back out, carefully watching Vicki's signals.
She made a circular motion with her index finger, and he turned the wheel. It was the wrong way. She
quickly reversed the motion. He felt his car nudge the one next to him. He pulled back in and straightened
out, taking another shot at it. This time he turned the other way and she signaled him until he was within
inches of the crashed car behind him. He rolled down his window. "No way to clear it?" he asked.

"No way," she said.

"Let me get a line on it, then," he said. "I want to have the straightest shot at that bumper I can get in this
small space."

"Back straight up from where you are then," Vicki said.

When Judd did, the bumper of his car finally nudged the car in the way. "I'm gonna go back up to the
guardrail now," he said. "Let me know if I get out of line."

Judd edged forward slowly. At one point Vicki said, "Right, right, right." Judd feath-ered the steering
wheel to the right. "Perfect," Vicki said. "As soon as you touch the guard-rail, you're right in line."

"You'd better get out of the way, then," Judd said. "I'm going to have to ram it."

He waited until Vicki was clear. With his seat belt fastened, Judd took a deep breath, grimaced, and
closed his eyes. He floored the accelerator.

With a squeal of tires, a crash, and a scrap-ing, the blocking car was driven out of the way. Vicki
yelped, and Judd didn't know if it was out of fear or excitement. Whichever, their little plan had
succeeded, at least for the moment.