“No more foxglove. We promise." Celia put up her hand as if she was making a pledge. "Okay. Good." Not poisoning men seemed like a smart plan. "We can always plant something else if we need it." Gram dropped that then started toward the house. "Gram." "If men behave they have nothing to worry about." She gestured for me to follow her. "Come on. You know I like to eat at six." I watched Gram and Celia walk away from this perfectly normal conversation. Heard them arguing about the superiority of green beans over broccoli as a side dish. Smelled the lemony punch of magnolias in the yard. Thought about having a predinner doughnut. Poison or not, it was good to be home.” Moving OnPoisonHome Sweet HomeSouthern WomenFoxgloveVigilantes Book:The Usual Family Mayhem Source: The Usual Family Mayhem
“We do not deliver poison or funeral pie directly to a woman's door during an initial contact." Celia sounded pretty sure about that. Gram rushed to clarify. "But we do give ideas on what a woman can do if she can't escape." "So, poison." The way they danced around the poison question, taking it off the table then adding it back in again, switched my senses to high alert. Gram shrugged. "Some men deserve a horrible end." "It certainly sounds that way," Jackson mumbled under his breath. I wanted to shout with pride about their ingenuity. I couldn't, of course, this would have to be a family secret.” PoisonFamily SecretsVigilante Justice Thriller Book:The Usual Family Mayhem Source: The Usual Family Mayhem