She would say she had a flat. Her holiday joy was now complete. Georgia pulled over onto the snow-covered shoulder and braced herself before going out to look. Sure enough, her rear driver’s side tire was flat as a pancake. Shivering in her Louisiana excuse for a winter coat, she got back into the car and called Connie for the second time in the last half hour. “That’s it, Christmas and I are officially done.” “I hear you selling but I’m not buying,” Connie‘s sass came through loud and clear. “Georgia Virginia Bale giving up on Christmas? That’s like saying the sky is green. That night is day. That classic movie colorization was a good idea or—or that Mick Jagger will be playing Tiny Tim in a live remake of Scrooge.” Georgia snorted, leaning back against the headrest of her rental car as she listened to Connie’s voice piping through the speakers. At least she had cell phone reception and heat. But that didn’t make up for everything else. “Get ready for those big man-lips to say, ‘God bless us, everyone’,”
