There's a dead armadillo on my sidewalk; there's a dead 'possum right behind my tire. There's a groundhog stuck behind my car's grill; there's a raccoon crawling up my wall. There's a shuffling in my attic; the squirrel must be going nuts again. There's skunk smell wafting through my windows…
Oh my God! What was that hideous, twangy song? Was it some sort of country genre called "Southern Gothic Grotesque?" The man behind me hummed along cheerfully with the upbeat tune which contrasted with the bizarre lyrics. The line moved and I suddenly had something else to ponder that wiped all thoughts of animals, dead or alive, visiting someone's home.
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Three photographs accompanied the headlines which seemed to leap from a magazine rack while I waited to pay for gas at a convenience store just outside of Little Rock, Arkansas. They were mild compared to what was on the internet. I should know; I'm Lorelai Wells...
Lorelai Wells, a semi-retired, popular actress, is trying to adjust to life in a small Arkansas town - a town in an uproar about the proposed demolition of one of the local landmarks - an historic bathhouse. Toss in an aunt who is leading the protest, a murder or two, a potential suiter, a movie-star ex, citizens who think Lorelai can solve the crime because she played a detective on a television series, a cat who may or may not be the reincarnation of one who originally lived in the building where Lorelai is attempting to manage an antique shop, and you have a light, fun, cozy mystery where not everything is as it seems. Can Lorelai solve the mystery and Save The Eloise before she becomes the next victim?