When New York writer, Joanna Elliott, flees her abusive husband to the Texas Hill Country, she and her six-year old son, Jason, unwittingly become a killer's prey. Despite Realtor Tommy Joe Greenleaf's warning that Wanda and Ralph Spencer had mysteriously disappeared from the remote farmhouse ten years earlier, Joanna moves in, and makes the sunroom into her office. However, unexplained events unfold.
The original column that this book takes its name from has been lost somewhere in the depths of my office. It's probably just as well, but the gist of the column was: My single blonde friend and I combined our households for a garage sale. While sorting through items, she would hold something up and ask something like: Where did you get this? Fortunately, she didn't add the word monstrosity. And my reply was usually something like: Oh, you remember old what's his name.
What will happen when a fully-fueled bomber from the Air Force base just outside a large Texas city and piloted by a woman named Rory is flung by a fierce tornado into the country's largest, busiest shopping mall? Begin the day with the mall manager, his assistant, the chief security officer, and Howard the Weatherman - whose predictions are always uncannily accurate, and in this case - deadly.