Around here we say BLESS HER HEART and sometimes it's just not in a good way.
Take Neva Hudson for instance, bless her heart, she's the town gossip, not to mention someone who likes to toot her own horn.
Two toots too many 'cause bless her heart, someone has strangled Neva and left her for dead in of all places...the church's Christmas play.
Trust me when I say there's no shortage of suspects since her tongue lashed a few too many lies about people.
More importantly, my dear friend Dottie Swaggert has been on the tall tale end of Neva's lies and she's got the most motive. Thank goodness me, Mae West, and our group of friends, the Laundry Club Ladies have traded our Christmas play elf hats into sleuthing caps because Santa's bringing Dottie a big ole present of FREEDOM when we find the real killer.
’Tis the season for murder in the small town of Normal, Kentucky. When the town gossip is found strangled to death in a church, there’s no shortage of suspects.
