Outside, it is raining, freezing. But inside Lavonia is doing fine. She is seated on the front row at her x-husband's funeral, facing him in the coffin and his legal wife Betty above in the choir. Through some mixup in her x's obituary, Lavonia has been listed as the widow. So be it. Young, loud Betty will have her day of honor as the widow at another husband's funeral. Then the two women wind up in the same limo headed for the burial in the cold rainy woods, and all hell breaks loose...
Back on Goodreads and back to writing, and hopefully publishing. I need my fans, old and new, to boost my confidence, as I start over again. The reason for my long absence can be chalked up to...well, life! I have a large family and most live on our property, in South Georgia, Cow Creek Farm. No, we don't farm, and no, we no longer have cows. The name is derived from a creek called "Cow" that flows through our property. OK, enough about me. I want to hear about you--what you're reading, maybe writing. Or just what you are doing nowadays. Love, Janice