Buying Into Small Town Rumors

Morti Martha was from a bigger town A glitzy town, a jazzy town, Las Vegas. She had been a showgirl; is what I was told. Not by her, but by many others. She had visited our church once, and her clothes sparkled. Rhinestones in church! Some of the staid members were askance. I thought she looked ritzy and fine wearing sequined plastic baubles. She wore an elaborate headpiece to her first PTA meeting. “Is that gold leaf?” someone asked. A few tittered. I thought Morti Martha looked gorgeous, so I sat by her. “I love your headpiece,” I told her. “They are the ones that started the rumors,” she said. “I am buying in to please them.”