WHIRLPOOL
By Tessa Harvey
Finally, with great relief, Lucas turned off the highway onto the bumpy, rutted driveway to the old farm and his home. Work had been terrible, his picky arrogant supervisor even worse than usual.
Stupid woman, he thought. At least he hadn't told her what he thought of her this time. He knew he was being deliberately goaded. Ms. Wonderful Evans wanted to fire him, but he needed this job, and the money.
Suddenly he swerved, cursing. What on earth? The kids were nearly under his wheels. Rain blurred everything, flooding down drenching everything. He had nearly killed them. Angry, he got out and was lashed by wind and rain. "Get in!" he yelled. "Whatever's wrong? Tell me inside."
"We have to help mum." Susan was crying. So was his little boy. "Thomas is lost," Archie wailed. "Mum said get help. Drive down to the creek," added Susan, swallowing hard.

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