A very pathetic read. Kind of reminded me of something a high-schooler would turn in when assigned the chore of writing an essay. To go into all of the misconceptions, unrealistic happenings and other faux pas's would take me probably longer than it took for this book to be written.
Just to mention a few - if your husband, or anyone, steals money from you by forging one or more of your checks, that is a felony. Also, writing a check that bounces is also a felony. The lame-brained Sheriff friend of said husband talks her out of it. Let's see, if she contacted the DA's office, charges would be filed against him and he would go before a judge. Most likely, in cases such as this, he would be put on probation (you can't work and pay back money if you are in jail and the judge is aware of that), but a court order would be put in effect whereby he will pay x number of dollars, weekly, monthly, whatever Should he fail to do so, he would be in contempt of court and would be arrested. All of this without it costing you one dime.
The other scenario - If she were to get him to sign an agreement to pay her back in lieu of filing charges and he should fail to keep that agreement, she would have to take him to court and sue him to get the money back, get a judgment, execute on the judgment - all of which would take considerable time and money for legal fees. So which way would be the most obvious way to go about getting your money back?
And, additionally, she should file a complaint in municipal court for his writing of a bad check. Bet he wouldn't play games with her anymore.
Research, my dear, research.
Then there is Mama who is on vacation in Europe, who always keeps upwards of $50,000 in her checking account (who in their right mind would do that?) who writes a check and mails it - just plain mails a $50,000 check. No Certified Mail, No Special Delivery, nothing - just plain mail - and from Europe to boot. Come on, let's be real.
Then, while she is in her lawyer's office, someone, on a public street, in broad daylight, runs around her car slashing each and every one of her tires - and no one sees this. Really? We are not talking New York or some big city here. We are talking a small town where everybody knows everybody else and their business. I think not.
There's more, but I think I have gotten my point across.
And, because the writer fears (and justly so) that no one will bother reading any more of her books, she ends the book by having the three woman enter their store, which they just finished repairing from the vandalism that occurred, and saying "Oh NO!" And I guess this solidifies in the writer's mind that the readers will buy and read her next book.
Well, here's one that won't. And, further, not that it means anything to her or the general public, but her name gets entered on my Authors Non Grata list.