Jail Bertie and the Peanut Ladies
Chapter One
"Isn't this exciting, LoJ?" I asked my six-week-old baby girl. "You're going to be
staying with your Grandma and Poppy, and I'll be right next door working at Bertie's
Garage and Towing. That's Mommy's very own business. Some day I'll pass it on to
your big sister, Petey and you, just like Pop passed it on to me." LoJ's only answer came
in the form of a piercing screech loud enough to shatter glass.
Which, by the way, was one of the next sounds I heard. Tires squealed. Metal
crunched. Glass crashed. As I swerved to the shoulder of the highway and slammed on
my brakes, a large, fiberglass bumper whizzed by my windshield.
I let loose of a string of blue words and then instantly regretted them. Luckily
LoJ was screaming too loudly to hear her mother's potty mouth. I closed my eyes,
bowed my head, and gave thanks my baby and I had not actually been involved in the
accident at the corner of Oak and Haverford.
Because of an overgrown cedar tree, which blocked the view of vehicles pulling
onto Oak Street, the notorious intersection had been the site of at leas ... read full excerpt from Jail Bertie and the Peanut Ladies ebook
