showing question #174
question from Mrs Mittens
In one of your previous answers to my questions I was horrified to hear that you ‘affectionately’ call Jessica Fletcher, Jess. This can only mean one thing, she has weaved her evil spell over you. Explain yourself or be forever destined to watch Murder She Wrote re-runs.
There has been no weaved on me spell!
The great and glorious Ms Fletcher is the bestest amateur sleuth ever to tread her stylish gumshoes over the land that criminals walk. Fear is spread, justice is dealt, balance is restored. That is not some hocus-pocus voodoo, that is unavoidable, irretrievable fact; the kind of fact that keeps honest men awake at night, staring at the light coming in through the gaps betwixt door and frame.
Let it be known on this day that I devote all to the great crime-solver of Cabot Cove. Oh, for all coves to be protected by her web of truth that traps the flies of illegality in their sticky threads. Without her, there would be anarchy: blood on the dance floor and nobody around to mop that self-same up.