The rain shows her no mercy as she continues to lie in the mud and after a while, the wind begins to play tricks on her. In the distance she thought, she heard a familiar voice saying something that she could not understand. A few moments later, she clearly hears it say, “Clemmy Sue Jarvis stop wallowing in that there mud and gets up right this here minute and gets that there darn truck off my dang flower garden.” Confused, she stumbles to her feet, turns in the direction of the voice and cannot believe her eyes when she sees her dearest friend standing two feet away from
