EVANS, JIMMIE RUTH books

Leftover Dead (2010)

She eyed the woman’s faded, worn dress and old shoes with pity. The man wouldn’t even allow her to dress decently. Surely he could afford better clothes than this for her. “Good morning, Miz Baker,” she said, pulling the door open farther. “Come on in. Can I get you something to drink?” Mrs. Bake...