Tori said as she walked side by side with Leona on the way toward their final destinations. “I mean, think what that must be like, being elected to oversee every aspect of a town’s well-being. Only in order to do that, you must ruffle the feathers of your friends.” “The ruffling wouldn’t last nearly as long if everyone would just play along.” She considered her friend’s words as they crossed Center Street and headed south along the sidewalk that bordered the town square on the east. “You don’t mind being questioned in Ashley’s murder?” Leona shrugged, her surprisingly toned arms rising and falling beneath the pale pink Donna Karan suit she wore. “Why should I? I didn’t do anything wrong.” “You said some not-so-very-nice things about a woman who wound up dead less than twelve hours later.” “She deserved them. She brought rude to a new level that night.” Leona’s heels clicked against the concrete. “My grandmammy used to say some people are so full of themselves, you’d like to buy them for what they’re worth and sell them for what they think they’re worth.
