How God Clothes His Own in Rich Garments by Jo Russell

Gene dropped into a chair in the employee lounge with a grunt. “I never thought I’d earn combat pay on this job. Go figure!” “What do you mean? It’s not that busy,” another retail coworker commented. “It was the red light special. Apparel has tank tops on sale for...

In the Name of Love By Jo Russell

“Nothing says ‘I love you’ like a clean car,” read a prominent marquis in front of a business. “Somehow, a trip through the automatic car wash is not what I had in mind for love,” Connie  lamented. She was thinking that flowers and candy were more to her liking for...