By Ron Hartley
She didn’t mean to burn the whole house down, just the bed where she found her fiancé and best friend.
After the hung jury she tweetstormed on six different platforms in that manic way of hers, never posting about the usual grapevine drivel but always about who to blame more, God or The Devil, for hardwiring humans to cheat.
Her messaging was for betrayed lovers who might be felony prone like herself, with gems of practical advice on the QT, and topics like keeping your kitchen knives sharp, or how to adjust the settings on your flamethrower for the perfect burn.
Love that opening line!
Outstanding!