She left the store and waited by the truck. They went to a guitar store, where Manard went down the row, trying out guitar after guitar. She had her computer with her, and opened it up while they were in line. He slammed the laptop shut. And if they did, the authorities would blame him.
Snow was falling, and as they drove along the winding mountain roads, Manard jerked the wheel back and forth, causing the truck to slide and fishtail. As the dark mountain sky skidded past and they teetered near cliffs, Toby wondered for the first time how she was going to get out of all this.
On their 12th day , they woke up, put on wigs, and drove a few hours to Chattanooga. Manard had never been to an IMAX theater, and a mall there had one. But when they got to the theater, they realized that Chattanooga is in a different time zone, and the shark movie had already started. They went to see a movie about lions instead. At the concession stand, they noticed a woman buying snacks for a group of kids, and Manard offered to help her carry the food into the theater.
When he sat down, he wondered aloud what the woman would think if she knew an escaped convict was carrying snacks for her kids. Toby loved Manard, but by now she was constantly trying to gauge his mood. She was relieved that he liked the lion movie. Afterward, they went to a barbecue restaurant—and he got upset when he stained his white shirt. Then he wanted to see the snake exhibit at the zoo. But by the time they found the zoo, it was closed.
They went to Sears so he could buy a GPS—he blamed her for not being able to find the zoo. She went to use the restroom, and when she came out, he had disappeared. She began to panic.
She was all alone. No phone. No money. Then he jumped out from behind a display and scared her. It was getting dark as they cruised down the interstate. So bright that it looked like daylight. She thought there must be construction ahead. As they got closer, she saw traffic backed up along the service road and a sideways police car blocking the ramp. Before he could respond, she understood. Through the windshield, she could see what looked like 50 police cars.
She remembers thinking, Who do they think we are that they need 50 police cars? He told her he would. But then a police car came from behind and swerved in front of them, and Manard got angry. She looked at the gas gauge and saw that they had three-quarters of a tank. He was weaving around other cars, driving on the shoulder.
Toby watched wheelers fly by, inches from her face. At one point, Manard pulled off the highway and drove across the median, dodging pine trees and bushes and shrubs as the truck bounced along. They popped back out on the other side of the highway, now headed in the opposite direction. Though they were going more than miles an hour, Toby felt like the world was moving in slow motion. Not sirens. Not squealing tires. Not Manard. It was just cars and trees and flashing lights slowly passing by.
Manard was driving on the shoulder again, then through the grass alongside the highway. When he pulled back onto the pavement, the tires locked up and he lost control of the truck. They turned and sped straight toward a tree. As she saw the tree approaching, Toby prayed that God would let her die in the wreck. Suddenly, she could hear again. Steam was pouring out of the hood of the truck. She remembers seeing him get out with his hands up.
She remembers the officer grabbing her, pulling her out through the window, and throwing her on the ground. Then she had a gun to the back of her head as she was handcuffed. When she looked up, she saw Manard coming around the back of the pickup truck, handcuffed and dragging several officers. She was sentenced to 27 months. She later learned that authorities had tracked them to the cabin because Toby had used that address for the paperwork for the truck.
Her first endeavor into lawbreaking divided her family. But her mother loved her unconditionally, and came to visit her in prison almost every week. Toby stayed in contact with her two brothers, but she never reestablished a relationship with her four sisters. Their family had always been private. Having their lives exposed this way was embarrassing and painful. Her sons refused to speak to her. Her husband filed for divorce, and it was finalized the day before she went to prison.
But he said he never tried to squash her dreams. Young is remarried now; he and his wife like to play golf together. For the first time, she felt like the people around her would do anything to help her. Manard got 10 years added to his sentence. He sent her drawings and song lyrics and letters describing their love.
But the more she talked with her new friends in prison, and the more she reflected on everything that had led up to the escape, the more those letters from Manard began to seem a little immature.
When she got out, she moved in with her mother, but everyone in Kansas City knew what she had done, and she felt uncomfortable in public. She found a web-design job in Boston, and decided to move. But she returned to Kansas City several months later, on Christmas Eve During most of the treatment, Toby gave her sons space. She came back anyway, two weeks later. Skyler Sharing Smiles Non-profit organisation. Abby's Path Cause. Jaxton Heart Ninja Personal blog. Grayson's Army Personal blog.
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One person found this helpful. There was a problem loading comments right now. Showing 0 comments. Sort by: Newest Oldest. This book is one of my daughter's all time favorites. She still talks about Toby the mouse and now she's a ten year old.
It brings back nice memories to see this book again. This adorable little mouse gets washed up, and then says good night to all the parts of his body and his Mom and Dad, but not before a kiss good night.
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