It passed me, screeched to a stop and came flying in reverse until stopping again alongside me. A visor-capped cop stuck his head out of the window as I braked to a halt. I shouted back through my own window, my brain going numb. She says it was on Kenwood Street. I'm pretty sure.
Old dames is allus seein' somethin' nobody else sees.
I switched on my headlights against the deepening night and headed for home, worrying about how to conceal my trouser damage from my parents. Merciful darkness saved me. My smokey smell was masked by my father's cigar. When he parked and we all walked into the theater together, I contrived to keep to the shadows. The lights were low inside the movie house.