Estate of Mind
Chapter One
I've been in sorrow's kitchen and licked out every pot. But I haven't suffered half as much as Mama, to hear her tell it. So out of guilt I went along with her to the Episcopal Church of Our Savior in Rock Hill, South Carolina. I go to church regularly, mind you, but this was to the annual white elephant sale and potluck supper, and it was a Wednesday night .
"Junk," I whispered. "It's just junk."
"Shh, Abby. Someone will hear you."
"So what, Mama? Feel this sweater. It's 100 percent acrylic. You could grate carrots with it."
"It's a very pretty pink."
"Speaking of pink, can you believe this pink flamingo night-light?"
"Lower your voice, dear. You Know Who donated that."
"You Know Who?"
"The Queen."
I glanced around the parish hall, looking for a dowdy little woman with a hat and an obviously empty handbag. There were no hats to be seen.
"I don't think she can hear all the way from England."
"Priscilla Hunt is not in England, dear. She's right over there."
"Oh, that queen."
Priscilla Hunt is the uncrowned queen of Rock Hill. At least in her eyes. Not only is ... read full excerpt from Estate of Mind ebook
