Of course, I'd recommend it. I don't even care if the friend becomes, like me, a Deborah Addict. Four months married, the Bryants are coping with Dwight's young son, down home life and relatives, developers who care nothing at all for the culture and economy they are ruining, and--well, yes, murder. The murder of a woman who has clawed her way up from a hardscrabble childhood, and then her young, even more beautiful, if butterfly-brained, daughter send our judge into mortal danger as she hold in her hand the evidence that will convict the killer. And what is that noise behind her? "Hurry, Dwight! I'm afraid..." For good measure, the best of a web of subplots involves Deborah's delightful, if questionably legal daddy and a minister who, we hope, has learned from the cupidity and arrogance that Kezzie Knott played on.
