Whatever the reason, the Elefante station wagon went past every stop sign without stopping or even slowing down very much. They were going very, very fast, and the car emitted a lot of noises: screeches (from the piece of loose wood siding), thumps (from the door that would not stay closed), and a cacophony of mechanical grinding noises — the overworked and desperate sounds an engine makes when it has been pushed beyond its limits. Also, from the backseat it was not possible to see Louisiana’s grandmother’s head, and so it seemed as if they were being driven around by an invisible person. It all felt like a dream. “Don’t worry,” said Louisiana. “Granny is the best there is. She has outwitted Marsha Jean every single time.” Beverly snorted. At this point, the station wagon went faster — though a moment ago, Raymie would have said that this was not possible. Raymie looked over at Beverly and raised her eyebrows. “We’re getting the heck out of Dodge,” said Beverly.
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