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    pushed his way to the front.

    “Everyone okay?” Wiley yelled.

    “I think so.” Thomas frowned at Wiley’s taxed breathing. The last thing
    he needed was the man to have a heart attack and send Rebecca into full
    shock.

    “Rebecca, baby, are you all right?” Wiley leaned his hands on his pudgy
    knees, peering into the car. Jake and Hannah approached, Mimi, Seth, and
    Grammy Rose behind them, their faces full of concern.

    “Mercy me,” Grammy Rose murmured.

    “Becca, are you all right?” Hannah and Mimi both asked at once.

    “Yes.” Rebecca wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, slipped her
    wire-rimmed spectacles back on her nose and grabbed the door to pull
    herself out. Thomas slid a hand in to help her. She was still shaking
    but managed to get out of the car, not meeting his gaze.

    He silently surveyed her again and was thankful not to see any blood.

    “But I ruined Thomas’s car.”

    The entire family pivoted, each gaping at the mangled metal with various
    stunned looks. She had collided with the driver’s side, smashing the
    front door like a piece of cardboard. The windshield and windows had
    imploded with the impact, and glass pellets covered the beige leather.
    Her own station wagon had suffered as well. The bumper was warped, the
    tailpipe bent at an odd angle. But the clunker had already seen its
    better days; the faded green paint was chipped and peeling off in strips.

    “It is kind of dented,” Mimi said in a low voice.

    “The passenger side is still intact,” Hannah added cheerfully.

    As if to mock her, the hub cap from the right-front tire fell off,
    rolled toward her and settled into a spin at her feet.

    “Mercy me,” Grammy Rose whispered.

    “You can still open the door,” Jake offered, obviously trying to be
    optimistic.

    But when he yanked on the door handle to prove his point, the wretched
    metal came off in his hands with a crunch. The left tire let out a
    whooshing sound, then popped and the tire deflated right in front of
    their eyes.

    Rebecca’s sob caught in horror.

    “But you’re all right?” Hannah inched forward as if to emphasize that
    Rebecca’s safety was more important than the automobile.

    Mortification stung her face as she pointed to the broken piece of
    metal. “I can’t believe I did all that.”

    “Shh, now, don’t fret.” Grammy Rose patted Rebecca’s back. “We all have
    accidents, sweetie. I’ll never forget the time I ran my car into the
    front porch. Broke up a hornets’ nest. Those dad-gummed bees attacked
    me, almost bit me in the behind.”

    “Yeah, I’ve had some fender-benders myself,” Mimi chimed in. “Even worse
    than this. Right in our own driveway.”

    “I can vouch for that,” Seth added.

    Mimi poked him with her elbow. “It wasn’t my fault that garbage can
    jumped in the way. Or that you parked the minivan so close to my Miata.”

    Seth opened his mouth to argue, but Mimi’s mutinous glare stopped him.
    Thomas almost laughed at Jake and Wiley’s skeptical expressions.
    Apparently Rebecca and Mimi had a reputation for freak crashes.

    “Well, it’s just metal,” Grammy Rose said, smacking her lips.

    “Pricy metal.” Jake whistled, propping the door against the side of the car.

    This time Hannah’s glare cut across the crowd. “Fixable metal,” Hannah
    added. “All it needs is a good body shop mechanic.”

    “Or a miracle worker,” Rebecca muttered between sobs.

    “Nah, baby, it’s fixable.” Wiley hugged her to his side. “It’s just not
    drivable now.”

    “He’s right.” Thomas’s gaze flickered to the customized paint chipping
    off from the collision.

    Mimi bounced the baby on her shoulder. “You want Seth to call a tow truck?”

    Thomas nodded. “Thanks. I’d appreciate that.”

    “Nonsense.” Wiley waved a beefy hand. “I’ll phone my service to tow it.
    You can borrow a car from my used-car lot till yours is fixed. Now, pull
    yourself together, Bee,