
On the morning of their departure, a mysterious gift was found on the front porch. A slightly torn produce basket with Cokes, peanuts and Moon Pies. A scribbled note bid a ‘goodbye, y’all come back soon’ but wasn’t signed. Maybe it was a neighbor who lived there year round. How thoughtful mountain folk are!
As the convertible drove down the gravel road, they saw a snow-headed lady bent over a broom sweeping rocks away from her dirt path. She smiled at the departing visitors, and they waved while eating their Moon Pies. Peanuts were spewed from the Cokes as the car hit a tree root in the road. Justyna turned on the radio but only got static so she started singing, “Pardon me, boys, is that the Chattanooga Choo-Choo”, and all joined in, but not in harmony.
“Is that a hint?” Bobbie Ann inquired.
“Are we going to Chattanooga?” Margarida’s eyebrows stood at attention.
“Do I need to put a reminder on the calendar?” Shirley’s voice is always loud when she’s excited.
“Maybe next time.” Justyna winked.
THE END
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