3
“That’s a bright Christmas tree,” Hailey blinked. The thing was oncoming like major high beams.
Vera was doing one of her phone things. “Twenty-eight-foot artificial tree with four thousand LEDs in seven colors.”
“Could use the thing as a lighthouse—for passing spaceships.” Brake lights blanketed the road ahead of her. “What the hell? Who would traffic jam a one-road town on a stormy Saturday night?”
“That would be the Santa Swim.”
“Santa Swim?”
“Bring your Santa hat and float in our Aquatic Center pool for our annual screening of Home Alone.”
“You’re kidding, right?” Then she thought about the blueberry costume parade for the Machias, Maine Wild Blueberry Festival. Maybe it wasn’t so odd. Small towns did have their own quirks.
“There’s also a Tuba Christmas concert tonight.”
Ha
