Small Town Girl [antikvár]

Chapter i The black 300 ZX wdth the smoked windows looked completely out of place in Wintergreen, Missouri, population 1,713. Heads turned as it downshifted and growled its way around the town square behind Conn Hendrickson's lumbering Sinclair fuel oil truck and Miss Elsie BuUard's 1978 Buick sedan, whose speedometer hadn't seen fifty since she drove it off the showroom floor. On the open road. Miss Elsie cruised at forty-five. In town, she preferred a genteel fifteen. The Z came up short behind her, its stereo booming through the closed windows. The brakes shrieked and its rear end vaulted, drawing attention to the Tennessee vanity plates. MAC, it said. And MAC said it aU. Four old men stood out in front of Wiley's Bakery with coffee on their breath, sucking toothpicks, foUowing the car with their eyes. 'There she is.' 'She's back.' 'Showin' off some, too.' 'Shoo-ey. "At's some car she's herdin".' 'What's she doin' here anyways? She don't come back too often.' 'Her momma's havin' her other hip surgeried. Come