A Sally the Loner Mysterious Misadventure

What’s worse? Getting shipped off to an Alzheimer’s Care Center where nobody will listen…or being kidnapped by your rescuer? Introducing Joan Freed’s 87-year-old spunky Aunt Sally and her sidekick they call the Sourdough Kid.

Sally’s mother came for tea—20 years after her death. The reason for the visit? To charge Sally with the task of clearing her mother (Sally’s grandma Lydia) of three imaginative but despicable murders. But wait! There’s more than meets the eye in this conglomeration of old and new characters bumping heads. Who’s really the evil one? Or is it evil ones?

When Charlemagne, Bobby’s pup, roots out a mega lottery winning ticket, the mysterious misadventures begin.

What’s worse? Frying your brains all summer in the desert? Or paying the toll to stay cool in the north? What’s the toll? Helping three ghostly women solve their own murder and escape their confines.

Bobby is confident his surprise installation of artificial intelligence into Alliwicious will please Gram Sally. But he didn’t have time to educate her about AI. Or about her new and improved man-doll named Alliwicious.

The rules state contestants must be 18-years-old. Bobby is 12 years old, going on 32. His father has vanished. His mother is rehabbing after being run over by a boulder.

What if your 12-year-old grandson’s fingerprints turned up in a missing person’s database? What would you do? Would you investigate? Or blow it off as a blip in cyberspace?

That Sally the Loner would be 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.

Have you ever felt like you have to don your Yosemite Sam persona to protect your home from marauders? But not because you flaunt and hoard treasure. Oh no. It’s because the marauders aren’t in it for the loot alone. The marauders get their kicks from breaking and turning everything in their path inside out. It’s like they get their jollies from turning tidy, functional, and organized needs into heaps of trash. The cost in dollars, time, and outside help to repair and replace what these yahoos tear apart is more than Sally can manage at 87 years old.

In The Secrets of the Tainted Trough, imagine waking up from a nap to see a donkey and a horse peering through the screen door, both desperately thirsty. Would you give them a drink? And then what? Sally, an energetic 87-year-old woman, faces this exact dilemma. Intrigued by the animals, she decides to investigate why they keep returning to her property. What she discovers shocks her to the core - their water trough is contaminated with a body. But whose body is it? And how did it end up in the water trough?