Mary-Alice Moves In. #SampleSunday

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.

Schooled. #SampleSunday

“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.”