“Mother? What are you doin’?” Dale’s voice is high pitched. Louis is crying in a whimper.
“Hush, Dale!” She glances at him then back at the windshield and presses down harder on the gas, but the tires aren’t catching. The back end of the car begins to slide more sideways the farther she goes into the creek. The front is still on the road, but she is at an awkward angle to drive up the bank at the other side. Still, she accelerates, feeling the front end push up on the upside of the ford. If she can get the rear wheels onto the gravel, they will be safe.