Down Home Carolina Christmas
It would be right at the time that Odella Hatcher stopped by to complain about her windshield-wiper blade that a handsome movie star showed up at Carrie Smith's garage driving a red Ferrari.As the car approached through the shimmer of late-August heat, Carrie glanced up, then did a quick double take. She'd never seen a Ferrari in Yewville, South Carolina, population 5,000.
"I mean, the right wiper scrapes on the windshield," Mrs. Hatcher said, oblivious to the slinky red car idling nearby. "It didn't used to do that."
Carrie kept an eye on the Ferrari as she lifted the wiper blade of Mrs. Hatcher's Lincoln and flicked experimentally at the loose rubber with a forefinger. She couldn't discern any scratches on the glass, but Mrs. Hatcher was not about to give up.
"Listen to me, Carolina Rose Smith. I didn't believe that wiper blade required changing last week when you cleaned my windshield," she said with righteous indignation. "I wouldn't have okayed it if you hadn't said it was necessary. Look at those scratches. Here. And here."
Carrie still didn't see any scratches. What she could see, however, was Mr. Luke Mason of Hollywood, California, slidin ... read full excerpt from Down Home Carolina Christmas ebook
