After miles of snow and ice-covered roads and only snacks to keep the growling of her stomach at bay, Hannah gave out a deep sigh. If only she had taken the fried chicken Aunt Lisa had offered to pack up for Hannah and her sister when they left after their visit. She hated to be fussed over, but now had second thoughts which were obviously too late. She shouldn’t have been so selfish for Chelsea’s sake as they travelled back home for Christmas with their family.
Apparently the lack of any food substance didn’t bother Chelsea who was curled up in a bundle of blankets just opposite Hannah. Hannah began to obsess on the aromas mama could create in their kitchen; oh, how she would like to indulge in some of her crispy fried chicken just about now.
Hannah liked nothing more than to sing along with the popular Christmas songs; but tonight it was frightful outside. The wipers flapped rhythmically from right to left in a futile attempt to keep the windshield clear. Visibility was next to nil but she was determined to make their destination tonight.
Hannah began to pray: Dear Heavenly Father, I know I’ve been asking for snow this Christmas, but this is a little more than I expected. Please be with my sister and me as we make the last part of our trip. Please put a hedge of protection around us in this blizzard-like weather and guide us safely to our home. In Jesus’ name I pray… Amen.
Just as Hannah finished praying, she spotted brake lights ahead. Praise the Lord! When she got close enough, she could see it was a sanding truck. The tail lights of the truck gave Hannah some much-needed visibility. She yawned as she sent up a prayer of thanks for this blessing.
Hannah knew they weren’t real far from home. She had driven this freeway countless times; just not in the blizzard conditions she was coping with now. She called out Chelsea’s name to bring her back to the world of the living. She’d been asleep for at least two hours and Hannah needed
the company to keep her awake.
“Huh?” Chelsea responded to Hannah’s voice and nudge. “Where are we?”
“About sixty-five miles from home. We’ve had some really bad weather while you were snoozing. I’d really appreciate it if you could stay awake now for the last leg of our trip.”
“I’m hungry! Do we have anything left in the box?”
“Listen, Chelsea, our supplies are limited right now. I just want to make it home before we get caught in this snowstorm.
“But I’m hungry,” Chelsea said with desperation in her voice.
“I can’t help that, Chels; it is what it is. Let’s pretend we’re on a diet and we can’t have anything except crackers and cheese, which by the way, we do still have.”
Chelsea agreed they would pretend they were on a diet; anything to humor Hannah who obviously was concerned with the weather.
The box of food they had brought from Aunt Lisa’s sat directly behind Chelsea. “Sure wish you would have taken that fried chicken Aunt Lisa offered.”
“Okay, Chelsea… enough. Wishing for food right now isn’t going to make it materialize so let’s be realistic and play our “diet” game.
Chelsea looked like a contortionist as she twisted her body in an attempt to get into the box in the back seat of her sister’s car. She found the crumpled paper bag in the corner of the box. Carefully she brought it up onto her lap. The bag crinkled in Chelsea’s hands as she opened it.
“I don’t think there’s much left in the box, Chels.”
“You’re right, but I’m not much into dieting.” Chelsea reached into the sack that nestled in her lap. She quickly pulled out the biggest, fattest, juiciest-looking chicken leg she’d ever laid eyes on and promptly took a bite. “Chicken anyone?” Chelsea said as she began spewing chicken fragments from laughing so hard.
“Where did you get that?”
“You said no to Aunt Lisa, but I knew we had a long, hard drive ahead so I had her add the chicken to the box anyway. I’m surprised you didn’t smell it before now.”
“Why you little… Give me some of that; we can diet another time. You’re going to pay for this you know, don’t you.”
“Oh yeah,” Chelsea said as she bundled up in her blankets for the rest of the trip home.
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