As Luck would Have It.
Sara Arnett drives down Pinewood Boulevard that connects the highway to Rolling Hills Parkway. As the engine cuts off, she shifts into neutral and cranks the car.
Heading toward home, it is a quiet Sunday. Two dogs lazily cross the road. Slowing for the dogs, the engine dies. The dogs are in the left lane and a hot rod of a sports car slows beside her.
Thumping the steering wheel with his thumb, the young male driver blows a surprisingly large sounding horn.
The dogs stop to look to see if they know him.
The female passenger rolls the window down and bellows, “Get, Get out of the way”
One of the dogs starts walking back across the road.
Inspecting the rear view mirror, no one is there. Shifting into neutral, Sara waits until it is really clear before cranking.
The passenger leans her head against her hand with silent dismay.
The dog doesn’t recognize her and frisks to the parkway median to investigate the paper bag his cohort has found.
Casey Arnett in a serious voice says, "Wanna drag?"
Expectant looks changed to puzzlement. Sara's older son Jake had a serious look. Six year old Casey was just plain serious. The two hot “rodders” laughed.
Sara accidentally revs the engine loudly as she cranks. The sports car steps on the gas and shoots off.
As luck would have it, a law enforcement vehicle sat in the parking lot of Sandy Valley church. The brake lights flashed on the hot rod as they descend the hill.
At the red light at the end of Rolling Hills Parkway, Sara, Casey and Jake kept a straight face as they waved to the young couple as they turned left on Rose Hill Road to get back to the highway.
The church pianist finished practicing the old hymn “Make Haste” that Isabelle Jenkins had requested. The pianist hated working on Sunday but he knew to get back in his patrol car. There were always speeders on Sunday.