CHAPTER ONE
The woman walked into my office, and I instantly recognized her as
Clarissa Fromage, charged with murdering her late husband, wealthy
industrial polluter A. Cranston "Bud" Fromage, whose death was originally
reported as a heart attack, but later ruled a homicide when sophisticated
laboratory tests showed that his head had been cut off.
"So," she said, and I could tell by the way she spoke the word that it
had quotation marks around it. "You're a young Southern lawyer resembling
a John Grisham protagonist as much as possible without violating the
copyright laws."
"That's right," I replied. "Perhaps we can have sex."
"Not in the first chapter," she said.
CHAPTER TWO
"Ohhhhhhh," she cried out. "OOOHMIGOD."
"I'm sorry," I said, "but that's my standard hourly fee."
--Dave Barry
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