Naming the Worm
[su_dropcap style=”simple” size=”7″ class=”my_drop_style”]”[/su_dropcap]Miss Applegate,” Rita began and Faith held up one long bony hand stopping her. “Rita, I know it’s a Southern mannerism, but I just can’t let you call me Miss Applegate. It makes me feel like a hundred year-old white matriarch surveying the plantation. Not a feeling I care to cultivate.” Rita …