How Four Hundred Dollars on a Lancaster Diner Table Changed One Christmas Eve
“Is the motor lodge warm, Mr.
Nathaniel?”
“It has a steam radiator in every room, Daisy,” Nathaniel said.
“It’s very warm.”
“Then that’s where we’re going,” Martha said.
She got into the sedan and turned the brass key in the ignition.
The starter ground three times before the rusted engine caught with a hollow rattle from the exhaust.
Nathaniel stood in the sleet and watched the blue sedan pull onto Route 30, its taillights red through the gray haze.
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