I'd like to ring her scrawny neck Who did that woman think she was? I'd been standing on my feet for nearly two whole days, baking up a storm for her stupid Thanksgiving dinner, and she had the nerve to ask me to stay late? What about my family? What about our Thanksgiving? I had baked eight of my famous Rum and Pumpkin Pies, along with a zillion sweet and savory scones, more than enough to feed a hoard of starving guests. What else did she require-blood? Bitsy McCord is a selfish, extravagant, and self-centered woman. She's also a phony. Born on the wrong side of the tracks-if Pine Grove,...