“You may wonder what my least-favorite student was doing in my living room. In a twist of fate that might seem hilarious if it happened to someone else, he was now my stepson.”
“I remember Miss Leonie Blanchard,” Gertie said. “I had to suspend her several times for smoking in school.”
“I thought you taught third grade,” Fortune said.
Mary-Alice Arceneaux settles in to Sinful, Louisiana.
The two women headed up the street to where the Baptist and the Catholic churches faced each other across the road. Mary-Alice thought of West Side Story. She envisioned the Baptist ladies facing off against Celia and her friends, both sides snapping their fingers and menacing each other with jazz hands.
“What’s Celia complaining about this time? Did I wash my car on a Tuesday? Wear off-white before Labor Day?”
Sheriff Lee fidgeted and cleared his throat.
“Celia Arceneaux is dead, Fortune.”
I found cooking to be something of a mystery. Fortunately, I had a strong stomach and what a fellow agent once enviously described as “taste buds of steel.”
Look, this is kind of embarrassing to admit, but… I see all these sexy guys on these book covers and every one of them makes me think of Carter LeBlanc.
Anubis, the ancient Egyptian god of the underworld, was a man with a wolf’s head. The Navajo skin walkers could turn into any animal they pleased. And of course there was the Hồ tinh, Hanoi’s nine-tailed fox.