Loretta’s Car
Friday Noon
Loretta’s Buick was parked at the curb. She unlocked the car with the remote, quickly got behind the wheel, and started it up. Evan figured he was expected to go along for the ride, wherever to. He got in the passenger seat and closed the door.
Naugahyde or leather? Still has the new-car smell.
He was about to buckle up then saw she hadn’t.
She pressed a button to roll up the windows and flipped the air on max. Then she blew out a puff of breath and announced, “I’m on my way to work, so this can’t take long. I hope you don’t mind the air, but I can’t be sweating up a storm in here.”
“Sure,” Evan said. “You wanna… just… take a breath?”
“You’re the preacher works miracles, right?”
Wow, a person could get a reputation. The whole town must think just because I
