Momma’s Misfit
“O.k., we got those little adventures out the way. Son, anyone ever tell you that you were bad luck?” Farley said grinning at the boy.
“I would say we were about even when it comes to being bad luck.” Jeremy said with a smile trying to pass some of the blame back on Farley for having his van stuck on the side of the road not long ago.
“Touché! You got me good on that one. How far do we have to go before I turn off to your Momma’s?” Farley asked.
“You got about a half mile before you will see a sign that says Willow Creek. I will tell you when it’s time to turn.” Jeremy said watching the road and occasionally looking in the rear view side mirror.
“When do you think you all will be heading out towards Mobile? You think you got enough gas now to make the trip?” Farley aske
