Busted Axle RoadChapter 110
Heather didn't make it back to her apartment Friday night. Nor Christmas Eve. Nor Christmas Day, or the day after that, or the day after that, or the day after that. She did manage to get dressed on Sunday, but only because both she and John didn't feel that it was right to eat their Christmas dinner in bathrobes. It wasn't turkey, but John managed to find a couple of steaks in the freezer. It was quite the nicest Christmas she could remember; certainly the best she'd had in many...