Elvis And The Blue Christmas Corpse - Plot & Excerpts
With my face in Albert’s dusty old rug and my hands over my head, I wait for I don’t know what all to befall me.“Lovie?” No answer. Holy cow, has she been kidnapped? “Lovie, are you okay?”She says a word that will likely get her barred from the Pearly Gates—unless I can get there first and do some fast talking. But at least I know my cousin is still her sassy self.Lifting myself on my elbow, I risk looking around. Everything is normal in here, meaning Albert’s file cabinet is standing wide open, potato chips are everywhere, and his guns all look like they’re pointed straight at me.Outside the racket goes up several decibels. I begin to make out voices.“That’s my Santa. Grab him!” That’s Fayrene.“Are you kidding me?” That voice belongs to Roy Jessup of Mooreville Feed and Seed. I’d tell him Fayrene was not kidding, but I’m in hiding. “If you stick your hand in that fire, you’ll bring back a burned nub.”Sirens scream. Probably Mooreville’s Volunteer Fire Department to the rescue.
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