Cold Case In Ellyson

Today I had my first real book signing…our local Starbucks hosted the event, and it came on the heels of an article in our local paper about me, my book and its award. Those who came to the signing fell into three groups: readers with no relation to me, old family friends, or the people closest to me. Of the strangers, the best were three women from the small town where I was a police officer, about an hour’s drive away. The arrived just before the end, breathless, worried they were too late. They represented three generations and were so Southernly sweet. Of the old family friends, a couple, friends of my parents, shuffled through the door, a small, frail twosome. After exchanging pleasantrles, the wife told me she would have to read the book out loud because her husband could no longer see well enough…so Southernly sweet. And of my closest friends, just taking time out of their day to stop by and check, well, that too, is so Southernly sweet.

I live in the right place, where the old still remember and the new never forget, and they all are truly so Southernly sweet.