The rumor is that her hot yoga instructor had not appreciated Carol Jean heating up her yoga class more than her thermostat was supposed to. Three or four gentlemen had already passed out due to dehydration or some such non-sense just because of her lulu lemon yoga pants being nearly see-through. The final straw was that short haired woman keeling over in the middle of “standing splint”– I mean really.
So Greta followed Carol Jean home from yoga two weeks ago, taught her one final pose that left her face and her hair in a plastic bag, and the next thing you know, its been a week since Mr. Hammock has seen her around the grocery store. He sends over his delivery boy who gets a shock he will never forget and then, after a gleeful confession of murder, here we all are.
The casket is closed.