Putting on the Brakes
My Aunt Cumi (pronounced "Q-my") was the youngest of the Applegate sisters. She was a little butterfly of a woman, with a hearty laugh and hair the color of an antique silver teapot that needed polishing. At the age of ninety, she was still the family chauffeur, driving around her two older sisters. Everybody in town gave her a wide berth when they saw her car coming, nothing visible but the top of her head and two age-spotted hands clasped at two o'clock and ten o'clock on the steering wheel.
One afternoon she wheeled through the town square in Gary, running the stop sign right past the Baptist church. A Panola County highway patrolman happened to be sitting at the corner store when she passed. He turned on his lights and gave chase, catching her pretty quickly since she never drove much over 30 m.p.h.