“Thank you for doing this, Pumpkin,” Beau said, as they idled down the road in Pumpkin’s orange Beetle.
Beau knew that her cousin, Manny, had tried to get his wife to replace the Volkswagen with a model from this century. His wife had flat out refused to be parted with the car. So they’d compromised. The Beetle got a complete internal make over, which Beau was sure cost more than the car was originally worth. Today, the Bug buzzed down the street, zipping past the large, growling muscle cars preferred in the parish.
“Don’t mention it,” Pumpkin smiled from the driver’s seat. “It’s just nice to hear someone say ‘thank you’ in this car. My cousins used to expect me to cart them around town like I was their own personal taxi service.”
Beau knew that before Pumpkin married Manny she’d had a
