“Hang on!” he called out. I grabbed the sidebar and held on as he swerved to the side to avoid the remaining spectators. We weren’t the only people who had wandered onto the wrong side of the rope. “Do you see them?” Olivia asked. “Not yet.” I was riding beside the driver. Olivia and my mother were sitting on the back of the cart, facing backwards. My mother was furiously snapping pictures. We’d called my father to tell him what we were doing. He was going to meet us at the finish line—he was really hoping to find Dakota there, waiting. I would have liked to have been there myself to hear exactly what my father was going to say, but I was sure he’d tell me all about it afterward. I almost pitied Dakota. Okay, not really. He was going to get what he deserved. “Do you think we could have passed them?” Olivia suggested. “No chance. I would have had to miss them coming, and you and Mom would have had to miss them going.” “They’d be pretty hard to miss,” the driver said.
What do You think about Beverly Hills Maasai (2010)?
