Chapter Three––––––––
Prissy Daniels pulled out her Wedgwood teacup from her china cabinet—what was the use of having good china if you didn’t use it every day? —and carefully measured cream and sugar into her tea. Something a little stronger would have better steadied her nerves, but tea was the strongest beverage to ever pass through her thin lips.
The delicate cup rattled against its saucer in her shaking hands. What a shock! Tammy had styled Prissy’s fluffy hairdo for ten years. Never had Tammy been so indiscrete.
Teaching Sunday school each week and presiding as preschool director at the church gave her real prestige in Bradley, North Carolina. She was a moral compass for the town’s children. It was upsetting to realize that Tammy had the capacity to destroy Prissy’s image as the s
