Surreal. That's the first feeling that pops up. Seeing Sally the Loner at an ice cream social is surreal. But when she turns her van around to go to an ice cream social, it becomes a phantasmagoric moment for the record books.
Add to it that she comes away with three new friends that call themselves the 3 Houseketeers... Well. Now we've surpassed surreal and flew right into fantasyland on a pink elephant.
Why does it matter? Because suddenly Sally is the credible alibi for the 3 Houseketeers. Three abused wives that have become 3 wealthy widows in one fell swoop. How did she become the credible witness? As a spectator in the first annual scooter race for octogenarians. Where the only competitors are the maniacal grumpy old geezers of the befriending ladies.
Were they accidents or perfect murders?
You tell me. And Detective Muldoon.
