Chapter 11 – Helter-Swelter
Monday, August 3rd
Morelville, Ohio
A Mercedes Benz two-seater convertible pulled up outside. Faye nudged Hannah. “Would you look at that?”
Hannah’s eyes followed Faye’s gaze toward the door. “Well, isn’t that a cute little car?” she said.
“Harrumph. This ought to be good. Looks like a New York license plate.”
The two women watched as a thick ankle and a rather large foot in a high heeled, open toed shoe appeared first and then as the rest of the female driver followed. The woman who got out of the little car and approached the door stood more than six feet tall in her heels, she was thick in the middle and broad of shoulder and, as Faye’s mother always used to say, dressed to the nines right up to the rather large hat perched on her head. Faye wondered ho
