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“That must be it,” she thought.  “They are jealous of us.”  Connie’s anger suddenly overcame her.  “If that is why they tried to toss the game, then there is no reason for me to play.  I’m done with them.  I wish they no longer needed me as part of the bridge club!”

Connie thought for a second.  She was well aware that her wishes came true around the death of someone.  .  . 

* * *

.  .  .“Alright, Betty, I’ll trust you.  We’re in no hurry, so if you get scared at all…”

“I know, Judy.  I will be careful.  Anyway, it looks like it is letting up some.  The rain must be moving northward.”

Betty was right.  Visibility was increasing as the rain slowed.  As it did, she increased her speed just as gradual until she was back up to her normal five miles above speed limit.  She set cruise control.  “We should be there in about twenty minutes,” she declared.

Crossing the bridge on Newport Road just past their turn, Betty stopped for a minute to stretch her legs.  The rain had taken a break, though the clouds still looked ominous.  They got out of the car and walked back to the bridge to look at the waterfall just off to the left.  The rain had caused quite a commotion in the creek.  What usually appeared as a pretty vista turned into a very short drop.  The high level of the water almost reduced the falls to what appeared to be a strong set of rapids.  Rain started coming down again, so they rushed back and piled into the car.  Betty backtracked to Stumptown Road.  This road was followed for a short distance until she reached Beechdale Road.  Beechdale Road would take them right into Bird in Hand.

Just after Mill Creek Road, they crossed over another bridge along the same waterway they saw the waterfall on earlier.  They ran parallel with the creek because the bridge crossed a bend in the creek so that it was visible on both sides of the road.  Judy pointed at the rushing water on their right.

“Look at that,” she offered.  It is really moving and it must be over the bank!”

Betty and Flo turned their heads in unison.  They nodded in agreement.  Betty turned her eyes back to the road just in time to see a sink hole that was created by the creek washing out the earth under it on the left.  The hole was about twenty feet across to the other side but stretched across both lanes.  She had no time to react.  The car was moving fast enough to become airborne where the road no longer existed.  The car crashed its windshield into the remainder of asphalt on the other side, which stuck out over the hole.