Conniving antiques aficionado Maggie Pall coerces her adoring husband into buying her dream house in a trendy Chicago neighborhood. But no one shares her enthusiasm for the creepy mansion. Pragmatic husband Dwight argues that it's not a sound real estate acquisition and her surly son would rather live in a tent. Amidst the chaos of their hostile relationships, a trashy resident ghost named Edna interferes by manipulating Maggie into having lustful thoughts for a handsome podiatrist. After a Thanksgiving dinner goes absurdly wrong, someone ends up dead. Now conflict, lust, an incompetent police force and a snarky lawyer pivot the family drama into a murder mystery. Anyone who has ever dreaded going home for Thanksgiving will find this darkly humorous social satire relatable. Throw in a charming ex-spouse, numerous disastrous affairs, an obsession with baseball and Michigan Avenue advertising, and you're left with a farcical view of upper-middle-class life in pre-social-media 1996.
It's only been out there for 14 days, but I do have sales and downloads. The paperback is still in the works. More details here.
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