I fell once again for the latest temptation from Amazon. A Kindle mystery entitled Dixie Divas by Virginia Brown.
How could I resist a tale about a dozen 'mature' Southern Belles who live in the small town of Cherry Hill, Mississippi. When the ex-husband - the philandering senator - of one ends up murdered, the friends look for clues, that is when they aren't fixing pitchers of sweet ice tea or swirling martinis.
Here is the opening:
If not for long-dead Civil War Generals Ulysses S. Grant, Nathan Bedford Forrest, and a pot of chicken and dumplings, Bitty Hollandale would never have been charged with murder. Of course, if the mule hadn't eaten the chicken and dumplings, that would have helped a lot, too.
Ah, I can smell the scent of magnolias now. I am in.