There are several yells of “No” and “Oh my God” and I can hear a number of women gasp, but I know what Im doing. Without pause, I grasp the little blond mountain climber under my right arm and jump off the back of the tower. I sprint up one side of the pumpkin tower, taking two pumpkins at a time until Im at the top. His arms are out to his sides in a shaky T as he balances on the top pumpkin. I look up into the sunlight at the peak of the tower and my eyes focus on the cause of both the scream and the avalanche. Pumpkins are rolling down the sides of the tower from the top and people are yelping and jumping out of the way as the twenty- and thirty-pounders barrel toward them.Ī woman screams, both her arms extended over her head like shes on a roller coaster. “Avalanche!” I scream, racing for the huge pumpkin-tower display near the entrance to the Patch. It takes me only a fraction of a second to turn, but it feels like everything is moving in slow motion as I take in the full scene. Shes looking at something over my right shoulder. “What the-?” The redheaded woman standing across from me at the checkout pales and her dark brown eyes widen.
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