Read Online Come Rain or Come Shine by Jan Karon - Free Book Online

reported Vanita Bentley, and afterward, ‘the world-famous author, our own Cynthia Coopersmith (Kavanagh!!) will read one (or maybe two??) of her famous Violet books. 10% off every purchase if wearing a hat, yayyy!’
    Esther Cunningham, former mayor and Absolute Mover and Shaker, was pictured holding yet another of her great-grans, the total of which numbered in the vicinity of Abraham’s stars.
    â€˜Red Tape Holds Up New Bridge.’ There you go. A close second to his all-time favorite
Muse
headline, ‘Man Arrested for Wreckless Driving.’
    As for hometown news in the raw, J. C. Hogan was now taking personal ads.
    Not getting any younger—how about you?
Attractive Two-step seeks a Tango
    And here was a new feature by the enterprising Ms. Bentley.
    LOL
    YOUR WEEKLY LAUGH
    Selected by
    Vanita Bentley
    â€”When you go to court, you’re putting yourself in the hands of 12 people who weren’t smart enough to get out of jury duty!!
    Right there was the only laugh some people would get this week.
    No warning ever again about not planting till May fifteenth. Hessie Mayhew had retired to a bench in the sunshine of St. Augustine. ‘Let people plant whenever they dern well please,’ she said before pulling out last October in what appeared to be a Plymouth Fury hitched to a 5x10 U-Haul.
    He folded Mitford’s weekly gazette and left it on the kitchen table to be enjoyed by other inquiring minds.

    He now understood why brides were often crazy, mothers hysterical, and fathers hiding in the tall grass. Each time one detail was settled, a dozen others reared their heads.
    He called Dooley. ‘Do we need to talk about parking?’
    â€˜Th’ north strip. A couple of guys from th’ co-op will handle parking. No problem.’
    A good thing. He did not want to be directing traffic in the north strip with his vestments flapping in the breeze.
    â€˜Jack Daniel’s or Wild Turkey to bury a month before the big day? Harley’s running to town.’
    Dooley laughed. ‘Whoever digs it up won’t be particular. An’ hey, Dad, by th’ way. We’re going to set a place at the table for Miss Sadie.’

    Lunch cleanup: LACE
    According to the chalkboard, it was her turn, but Cynthia insisted otherwise. ‘You look pale,’ said Cynthia. ‘Are you all right?’
    â€˜I’m okay.’
    â€˜Run up to Heaven and let me do this.’
    As much as she needed to go to Heaven and work on his present, she needed something else far more—room to think about the phone call she just received.
    She pulled on her jacket and walked across the yard to the bench Willie built, stopping along the way to deadhead the iris. That she had iris to deadhead was a marvel. She liked the crisp, clean snap as the spent blooms spilled theirwine on her fingers. Olivia had taught her a lot about gardening, though she hadn’t realized it then.
    No matter what, she couldn’t pass by the chickens, who, fond of the pleasures of free range, were latched in their run till after the wedding. There would be no feasting on expensive grass seed or scratching about in the straw. They came running to the wire fence, curious to find whether her hand would vanish into a pocket and come out with cracked corn. Yes! Into the air rose a shower of yellow morsels, catching the light and falling . . .
    She sat on the bench and gave herself to a chill May breeze from the mountains that had consoled her since childhood. Even at school in Virginia she had never been out of sight of the Blue Ridge. It was real estate privately owned in her soul.
    Over by the tree line the girls browsed fescue and clover. She counted them whenever she looked their way, making sure no one was missing.
    â€˜Take time to look at the view,’ Beth advised when they talked yesterday. Her best friend and roommate from school would be coming from Boston with her mother, Mary Ellen, instead of with