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Mrs.
Reppler
said
,
"
David
,
try
your
radio
.
"
I
slapped
my
forehead
in
frustration
and
anger
at
myself
,
wondering
how
I
could
have
been
stupid
enough
to
forget
the
Scout
's
AM/FM
for
so
long
.
"
Do
n't
do
that
,
"
Mrs.
Reppler
said
curtly
.
"
You
ca
n't
think
of
everything
.
If
you
try
,
you
will
go
mad
and
be
of
no
use
at
all
.
"
I
got
nothing
but
a
shriek
of
static
all
the
way
across
the
AM
band
,
and
the
FM
yielded
nothing
but
a
smooth
and
ominous
silence
.
"
Does
that
mean
everything
's
off
the
air
?
"
Amanda
asked
.
I
knew
what
she
was
thinking
,
maybe
.
We
were
far
enough
south
now
so
that
we
should
have
been
picking
up
a
selection
of
strong
Boston
stations
-
WRKO
,
WBZ
,
WMEX
But
if
Boston
had
gone
"
It
does
n't
mean
anything
for
sure
,
"
I
said
.
"
That
static
on
the
AM
band
is
pure
interference
.
The
mist
is
having
a
damping
effect
on
radio
signals
,
too
.
"
"
Are
you
sure
that
's
all
it
is
?
"
"
Yes
,
"
I
said
,
not
sure
at
all
.
We
went
south
.
The
mileposts
rolled
past
,
counting
down
from
about
forty
.
When
we
reached
Mile
1
,
we
would
be
at
the
New
Hampshire
border
.
Going
on
the
turnpike
was
slower
;
a
lot
of
the
drivers
had
n't
wanted
to
give
up
,
and
there
had
been
rear-end
collisions
in
several
places
.
Several
times
I
had
to
use
the
median
strip
.
