It was then that I felt that the strenuous exercise and lack of food had gotten the best of me. A mirage appeared on the horizon, or somewhere on the road in front of us. To show you how badly my brain was muddled at that point, the mirage resembled Lou’s Chevy, and it came with sound effects that had nothing to do with banjos. Someone was honking the horn. A minute or so later, the mirage began to look even better. There were two people inside who looked like Jennifer and Thelma Lou. Just before running over us, Thelma Lou stopped blowing the horn, hit the brake, and jumped out. Jennifer jumped out, too. At the same time, Lou and I screamed for them not to shut the doors. I’m sure if the movie version will have Jennifer and me running in slow motion as a musical score plays, but the slow motion on my part had to do with my travails of the last sixteen hours. Jennifer, on the other hand, covered most of the twenty feet separating us, and we lunged for each other and embraced without either one of us knocking the other one over, which on my part was a remarkable achievement.
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