CHAPTER ELEVEN - Fast Food, Fast Feet* 1 *
“Whee!”
Maddy ran down the dirt road, just as free as a kite in a high summer breeze. She felt raised up and born again, just like Lazarus. Her day had been lively, so far. She had fed the dog, concussed the mailman, and hayed the horses full for the day.
The morning was hers and she knew just what she was going to do with it. Yes sir. For the first time since Jesus wore diapers, Maddy was taking herself to lunch. She heard the church bells singing about resurrection and she believed in what they were selling.
She had started out walking for Benson’s Truck Stop but before she knew it, her high spirits possessed her and she took off running like a lunatic child, her feet pelting like they were carrying her.
She felt as crazy as a waltzing pig.
