Iced Chiffon by Duffy Brown
Cozy Mystery
Penguin Publishers
$7.99 paperback
Sex level: politely stated references, but no love scenes
Five stars
Reagan Summerside is in a fix. She married the wrong man, a real estate agent named Hollis, who left her for a beautiful blonde nicknamed Cupcake. Low on funds, she is selling anything of value that is left after the divorce. Her neighbor, who wants to win the home and garden tour of Savannah GA, offers to buy her birdbath fountain, an elaborate work with lily pads and iron animals. It would be the focal point of the new garden she recently added to her historic home.
Reagan agrees to sell the heavy metal work, but doesn’t have a car to deliver it in. She goes to the real estate office, borrows the keys to the Lexus her husband got in the settlement, and borrows the car without asking. When she pops the trunk, she finds Cupcake in the trunk, wrapped in plastic.
The main suspect is her ex-husband, Hollis. Before he is hauled off to jail, he tells her that he will have to sell her home to pay for the legal bills. This is the last straw for a woman who has endured public humiliation, and a one-sided settlement. Reagan decides that she can avoid the bills and losing her home by trying to find the killer herself.
The plot isn’t anything special. It involves the usual dead body, list of potential killers, attacks to warn her off the case, and a lawyer with a shady side. What makes the book delightful is Reagan herself. The author did a wonderful job of capturing the entire meaning of GRITS (Girls Raised In The South).
Reagan’s aunts, neighbors and friends are all of the Southern belle culture where the women look their best, marry a doctor, and spend their afternoons helping out with a charity or decorating their own homes. Reagan used to be a part of that culture, too, but the divorce has stripped her of more than just a nice wardrobe. Her hair has a horrible dye job because she can no longer afford a salon job, her wardrobe is comprised of what her ex left behind, her polished nails are reduced to stubs because she has to do her own home repairs, and her income requires mooching dinners off of her aunt KiKi. She is no longer a belle, but she is still a GRITS.
There’s something about GRITS that you have to love. You may not agree with their choices, respect their life style, or agree with their opinions, but you have to love them anyway. They have an opinion about everything and the nerve to say it. They won’t be stopped once they’ve made up their minds. And they truly believe that their way of living is the only way to live.
Reagan’s character is just as enjoyable as the ones in “Fried Green Tomatoes” or “Driving Miss Daisy”.
If I could give it six stars, I would. I thoroughly enjoyed this book.