By Fannie Flagg
With an analogous incomparable type and hot, inviting voice that experience made her cherished by way of hundreds of thousands of readers all over the place, New York Times bestselling writer Fannie Flagg has written a fascinating Christmas tale of religion and desire for every age that's certain to develop into a vintage.
Deep within the southernmost a part of Alabama, alongside the banks of a lazy winding river, lies the sleepy little neighborhood referred to as misplaced River, a spot that point itself turns out to have forgotten. After a startling prognosis from his physician, Oswald T. Campbell leaves in the back of the chilly and damp of the oncoming Chicago iciness to spend what he believes should be his final Christmas within the hot and alluring city of misplaced River. There he meets the postman who provides mail by means of boat, the shop proprietor who nurses a damaged middle, the women of the Mystic Order of the Royal Polka Dots mystery Society, who do clandestine stable works. And he meets a bit redbird named Jack, who's on the middle of this story of a paranormal Christmas while anything so notable occurred that those that witnessed it have by no means forgotten it. when you event the beauty, you too won't ever omit A Redbird Christmas.
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It was Frances calling Betty to inquire if Mr. Campbell had arrived safe and sound. ” Betty laughed. “Well . . he’s a cute little man, with crinkly blue eyes and red hair. ” Somewhat disappointed that Mr. Campbell was not as handsome as she had hoped for—Mildred was so picky where men were concerned—nonetheless Frances looked on the bright side. An elf, she thought. Oh, well, it is close to Christmas. Maybe it was some kind of sign. After all, hope springs eternal. Oswald opened his eyes at six-thirty the next morning to a room filled with sunlight and with the sound of those same birds chirping he had heard over the phone, only twice as loud.
Jack had made it known that as far as he was concerned the store was his territory, and he did not want another bird around. When the bird in the mirror had disappeared so quickly, Jack was convinced that he and he alone had run the intruder off, so he puffed up and strutted around and became bolder and bolder. Most of the time he rode on Roy’s shoulder or on his hat, but he pretty much went where he pleased. Eventually that turned out to be dangerous. qxd 9/1/04 11:54 AM Page 37 A Redbird Christmas One day, the postmistress Dottie Nivens’s big fat orange cat named Henry sat outside the store all day, looking in the window at Jack fluttering around the cash register, just waiting with his tail swishing back and forth, his eyes never losing sight of the bird.
I do,” he said, wondering what in hell a scuppernong was. “Well, I won’t stay, I know you must be busy. ” “Well, thank you, Mrs. Cleverdon, I will,” he said. As she got to the door, she turned and asked if he had been down to the store and met Roy yet. “Not yet,” he said. ” She smiled as if she knew a secret. “You need to go and see what’s down there. ” After she left, Oswald guessed he should take a walk and at least see the place, and he asked Betty how to find the store. She instructed him to go out the front door, take a left, and it was four houses past the post office at the end of the street.