So, you’re the 67-year-old editor of a small-town newspaper who also happens to do the books for a local businessman.
The local businessman’s not just your boss. He’s also the owner/landlord of your newspaper’s office, your residence, your son’s residence and your daughter’s business. You live in one of those in-grown places that dot America, a place where everyone whispers everyone’s business.
One day, you’re arrested. The charge: embezzling $9,000 from this businessman-boss-landlord.
The arrest happens in the middle of the day. Somehow, the local police chief decides to give you a perp walk in handcuffs down a main street of your little town, where everyone knows you and you know everyone. And, somehow, a freelance photographer just happens to be there, takes photos of you perp-walking, and sells them to a rival weekly newspaper, which of course publishes them.
You, the newspaper editor, say it’s all a mistake. Of course she didn’t steal anything … it was an accident!
The town’s in an uproar. Scandal! And on top of it a perp walk right in town for a 67-year-old lady!