“It whipped and cut through downtown Lagniappe like a current in the channel. Mardi Gras decorations marched across the roads and lawns. It was downright eerie to see comedy/tragedy masks cart-wheeling from the storm.Spencer wiped his watering eyes. Straining to focus had made them ache. If only he could drive a little faster. At this speed, the route would take another ten to fifteen minutes to reach Felicia’s. He inched down on the accelerator.Should he try calling again?He reached for the pho...ne. His truck hydroplaned and fishtailed, the hood heading for the ditch. Spencer jerked his hand back to the wheel and steadily brought the truck under control. Water splashed against the undercarriage. Tires sung against the drenched pavement.Thank you, Lord.The snail’s pace antagonized him, but he couldn’t risk picking up speed. He wouldn’t be much help to Felicia if he got in an accident. Grinding his teeth, he drove as slow as a snake in winter.His phone rang. He jerked it from the console, never taking his eyes from the road.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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