Twistered

<p>My name is Dorothy. I live in Kansas. I've seen a few tornadoes in my day but nothing like the one that dropped my dead ex-husband Wade on my doorstep in a crushed motor home. Wade looked almost as beat up as the RV when he spilled from the back door his red sneakers sticking out.</p><p> </p><p>That was just the beginning of a crazy Memorial Day weekend when I won a big contest (complete with cash and a car) was accosted by a studly FBI agent uncovered an old case of blackmail discovered my ex-love might still love me dealt with the Wickeds motorcycle gang managed the annual charity dog show...and nearly died from a gunshot wound.</p><p> </p><p>I almost had the feeling that I wasn't in Kansas anymore....</p>