We were off to run errands. Again, nothing out of the ordinary. Banking, dry cleaning.. Trinity was being a goofy, giggling bag of knock-knock jokes. Beyonce was on the radio, telling all us single ladies that he "shoulda put a ring on it". The mid-afternoon sun blazing high in the Chinook sky.
In the blink of an eye, that all changed.
My heart stopped beating on the corner of 2nd and Main.
I remember the blood curdling screams from the back seat. In a split second I was convinced that she somehow managed to light herself on fire.
"AAAAAAEEEEE, MOMMMMMY!!!!!! OH MY GOD - STOP THE CAR, STOP THE CAR, STOP THE CAR!!!! "
The eyes in the back of my head saw her unbuckle the seatbelt and throw herself against the back window, mushing her face against the half frozen glass.
I slam on breaks, slide sideways in the intersection, and come to a screeching halt directly in line with the oncoming traffic. I did a quick assessment. . . Nope, heart still not beating yet. Better check the girl.
I flip around, she is not on fire, she is not bleeding. She is smiling.
I get out of the intersection and pull off to the side of the road to avoid making the 6 o'clock news.
"Trinity... are you okay? What's going on? What happened???" (try again, Michele. You sound way too frantic.)
"Mommy, that was HIM. I just saw HIM in that car. Didn't you see it? The blue one with the .... "
"Who, who did you see? What are you talking about?"
"It was SAM, Mommy!!! Sam was in the car that just went past us. Quick, if we hurry we can catch up. Go, go, go... "
I sat there waiting for my heart to start beating again...
"You look funny. What's wrong with your face? "