Ailment is the hometown of the Princess of Green Energy, Dixie Daisy Ross. Dixie is the heroine for my upcoming novel, Loss of Gravity. Scientist turned conwoman, Dixie Daisy, attracts trouble like hydrogen attracts oxygen. Bored with being the poster kid for child prodigies, 25 year old, Dixie Daisy trades her lab bench at her cushy research facility for a blackjack table at the east coast’s seediest wateringholes. Before Dixie Daisy can make the ultimate miscalculation causing her to be knee deep in delta mud with the mob in Philadelphia, we are checking in on her family in Ailment.
The Ross family’s patriarch is dead. No one is celebrating the loss of the entrepreneur, JD Ross, but the Kleenex box is still full. After 55 years of marriage, Claral Ross is finally free to be herself, and she doesn’t give a fig newton about setting her wild ways loose on the people of Ailment.
Ailment, Mississippi is no ordinary southern town. Half the town is in Alabama. So thanking God for Mississippi and thanking God for Alabama are off the table. Who can the people of Ailment shift the shame to? Louisiana? No, Louisianans will make our hair fall out and poison our sweet tea with that VooDoo. Arkansas? Maybe, but half of the town works at Wal-Mart. The loud hairdresser at Ross’s Shopping Plaza? Yes, no decent southern woman wears yellow tights, skintight tanktops and a tutu in public. Dixie Daisy’s first cousin’s, Scarlette Lanae Lyons, uniqueness holds the citizens’ of Ailments noses in the air, because everyone in Ailment thinks they are better than her. So they strut around catching flies in their nostrils and can’t see the .38 pointed at them.
No one treats Claral’s granddaughter like unwanted fruitcake. Claral may have one foot in the grave, but her finger is on a trigger and if anyone talks about her grandbaby and her style, they will have two feet in their grave.