“You’ve got some color in your face,” Miranda said as she leaned down to kiss Joy’s cheek. “They let me have a little dinner.” Joy pointed to the food tray. “Good for you.” Miranda sat down. “I just got a text from Rick. He and Rob are making good time. They should be here a little after nine.” “And the weather?” Joy looked concerned. “The storm that’s coming?” “It’s not expected to hit until tomorrow afternoon or early evening. So your sons should be just fine.” Miranda didn’t tell Joy that they were now predicting six to eight inches of snow. No point in getting her worried. Besides Miranda should be safely in Flagstaff by then. After that . . . well, she would figure that out later. “Then you must get an early start,” Joy warned. “I want you to take a taxi to the motor home tonight. You sleep there—get a good night’s rest—and start out early.
What do You think about The Christmas Joy Ride (2015)?
