Clarice rode in the front seat and Dotty sat right behind Emily, umbrellas right beside their oversized purses. “Never know what it will do in February. It can put down a late snowstorm, hustle up a damn tornado, or turn off warm enough to work in shirt sleeves,” Dotty said. “If it starts to rain cats and dogs and baby elephants, I promise I’ll share my umbrella with you.” “Thank you, Dotty.” Emily smiled into the rearview mirror. “We’re going after Rose. Thank God she don’t drive anymore. Last time she got in her truck, she backed right out into the side of a police car. Totaled that car and ripped the tailgate off her damn truck,” Dotty said. “It was her fifth accident, so the insurance company canceled and no one else would insure her,” Clarice said. “It was time she quit driving years ago, but she didn’t have a grandson to take her truck keys away from her like Greg took mine or like Dotty’s boy, Jeremiah, got hers.”
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