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They pile into a nice new American car, his wife in front, his mother and uncle in back. Laroche pulls into traffic.
UNCLE JIM
Nursery business good, Johnny?
LAROCHE
Everything's good, Uncle Jim. This last
year's been a dream, I'm telling you.
We're finally pulling out of this debt.
MOTHER
Amen, honey. Praise Allah, Buddha,
Vishnu. And all the rest of 'em.
Laroche smiles back at his mother. A screech of tires and another car crashes head on into theirs. Laroche's face smacks against the steering wheel, his front teeth fly in all directions. His mother rockets forward smashing through the windshield. His uncle hits Laroche's wife in the head, jerking her forward and landing on top of her.