Delia had struggled for half an hour to find a proper distance for Jenny Jane to follow that wouldn’t have Delia experiencing the symptoms of a stroke.That distance was twelve feet, which explained why she was floating behind the car and not in it with us as we drove down I-65.It would have been easy enough to just give her the address and tell her we’d meet her there, but as she couldn’t read, she couldn’t decipher street signs, and Opelika was so far away from Jenny Jane’s comfort zone it might as well have been Paris. She didn’t seem to mind flying behind us—in fact she had a big smile on her face.It was an almost four-hour drive to Moriah Booth Priddy’s house including pit stops, and we were still a half an hour out. Elvis sang on the radio, and I was growing sleepy in the warm sunshine. If I couldn’t hibernate on All Souls’ Day, being on a road trip was the next best thing.Delia glanced over at me said, “I think I found out what Idella Deboe Kirby is being blackmailed about.”Suddenly wide awake, I turned to her.
