She Never Met a Stranger: An Odessa Pruitt Mystery

Everybody said she never met a stranger. Earlene Boatwright sat at the front desk of Meridian Care for twenty-nine years and called every soul who came through that door by name. In June she pulled a pre-need funeral contract out of a file and saw that it named one funeral home and had been sent to another. She took it to her administrator. She asked again in July. And September. And October. By her own count she asked thirty-one times. On the seventeenth of October she was asked to step out the east door after supper, and she did not come back in. Odessa Pruitt has written the obituaries in this county for thirty-one years, and she is about to find out that somebody has been reading them - that the only document in Comfort, Georgia that says plainly who has nobody left is the one she writes herself. She has one thing in this world that is hers. It is the last thing she wants to spend. The second Odessa Pruitt Mystery - a Southern cozy about a small-town funeral home, a nursing home that made its numbers, and a woman who counted names in pencil because nobody above her would answer the telephone.