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"That's my little brother's bike. I'm going to see if Bruce will let me leave that here. I was thinking of
taking a cab."

"You must have a lot more money than I do," Vicki said.

"That's one thing I'm not short of," Judd said. "But I'd trade it all to be in heaven right now."

"I know," Vicki said. "This is awful."

A few minutes later, Marc Thompson's bike was stored just inside the front door of the church and Judd
was on the phone to a cab company. It took forever to get a connec-tion and then for someone to
answer. He was told there would be a premium on the fare. "What does that mean?" he asked.

"That it's going to cost you triple the nor-mal amount. And we don't recommend try-ing to get into
O'Hare. It's still a mess."

"I need to get my car out of there," Judd said.

"That parking garage is a disaster. A bunch of people disappeared while driving out of there, and their
crashed cars left a gridlock that's going to take days to untangle."
"I still have to try," Judd said. "I want to make sure it's OK and get it before someone steals it."

"Suit yourself. Somebody should be there for you within the hour."

Vicki and Judd sat on the curb, waiting. She didn't recall having seen this boy before. Despite his scruffy
look, it was clear to her Judd was a rich kid. Their paths would not have crossed for long, had they ever
met. Vicki felt an unexplained need to keep some sort of conversation going. Though she hated the idea
of facing that trailer, what she really wanted was to get home to her own bed and bury her face in the
pillow and cry over all that she had lost. What a waste her life had been, she decided.

Still, she was grateful for something to do, somewhere to go, someone to be with. She asked Judd to tell
her more about his family. He cried as he told her, and that made her cry too. "We're both going to have
to do the right thing here soon, aren't we?" she said.

"I know," Judd said.

The cab arrived nearly two hours later.

"Sorry it took me so long," the cabby said. He was a burly man in a sleeveless T-shirt. He looked as if
he could use some sleep. "It's hard for us to get to our call-ins because we're not allowed to pass by
anyone who's trying to flag us down on the way."

"And a lot of people are doing that?" Vicki said.

"I had three other rides before I got here," the cabby said. "And I even told another guy to wait for
another cab. He wanted to pay me to take him all the way to Wisconsin."

"Wow!"