Fish had gained more ground than I had thought; my right foot didn’t even touch the asphalt pavement before his hands grabbed two fists worth of my sweatshirt and yanked me backward.
At that same instant, a city bus blasted its horn and the two of us fell backward onto the sidewalk.
“Sweet Baby Jesus! Are you trying to get yourself killed?!” Fish asked angrily.
He punched me hard in the arm and then pushed me away as he raked his fingers through his stringy hair.
Bertha and the others finally caught up to us.
“Holy hell that was close!” Larry panted and leaned on Bertha because his leg was paining him.
Nearly out of breath, Bertha asked, “Are you alright?”
“I thought you were a goner!” BB exclaimed.