In this page-turning novel set in the Depression-era South, New York Times bestselling author Mary Monroe transports readers to a small Alabama town where home is not always a sanctuary, and two neighboring families let pleasantries mask increasing resentment. . .   Bootlegging was Milton and Yvonne Hamilton’s ticket out of poverty, prison time, and plain bad luck. Now they’ve moved on—to a bigger, richer pool of clientele—right in their own respectable new middle-class backyard. And their growing friendship with seemingly-perfect couple Joyce and Odell Watson is proving golden in more ways than one . . .   As Milton soon learns, Odell is hiding an outside family and dubious business dealings. It’s the perfect recipe for a blackmail scheme that will help Milton hide his own dirty secrets—even from Yvonne. Better yet, he can take ever more dangerous risks to ace out his liquor-smuggling rivals—and add a lucrative temptation to his illicit services. And Yvonne, emboldened by her husband’s new gravy train, delights in tormenting Joyce about everything the snobbish matron doesn’t have—especially children.   But even a winning hand can be played too far. Pushed past their limits, Odell and Joyce will play on Milton’s careless boasting—to get him and Yvonne out of their lives for good.  And soon, a devastating frame-up will plunge one couple into a living nightmare—and set the stage for explosive retribution.Age Range: Adult MARY MONROE , the daughter of sharecroppers, is the author of the award-winning and New York Times bestselling God series, which includes God Don’t Like Ugly and God Don’t Make No Mistakes , among other novels. Winner of the AAMBC Maya Angelou Lifetime Achievement Award, the PEN Oakland Josephine Miles Award, and the UCAAB J. California Cooper Memorial Award, Mary Monroe currently lives in Oakland, California. She loves to hear from her readers via e-mail at AuthorAuthor5409@aol.com. Visit Mary’s website at MaryMonroe.org. Over the Fence By Mary Monroe KENSINGTON PUBLISHING CORP. Copyright © 2019 Mary Monroe All rights reserved. ISBN: 978-1-4967-1614-9 Contents Also by, Title Page, Copyright Page, Dedication, Acknowledgments, The Neighbors - Book 2, Chapter 1 - Yvonne, Chapter 2 - Yvonne, Chapter 3 - Milton, Chapter 4 - Yvonne, Chapter 5 - Milton, Chapter 6 - Yvonne, Chapter 7 - Milton, Chapter 8 - Milton, Chapter 9 - Yvonne, Chapter 10 - Yvonne, Chapter 11 - Milton, Chapter 12 - Yvonne, Chapter 13 - Milton, Chapter 14 - Yvonne, Chapter 15 - Milton, Chapter 16 - Yvonne, Chapter 17 - Yvonne, Chapter 18 - Milton, Chapter 19 - Yvonne, Chapter 20 - Milton, Chapter 21 - Milton, Chapter 22 - Milton, Chapter 23 - Yvonne, Chapter 24 - Yvonne, Chapter 25 - Milton, Chapter 26 - Milton, Chapter 27 - Milton, Chapter 28 - Milton, Chapter 29 - Yvonne, Chapter 30 - Milton, Chapter 31 - Yvonne, Chapter 32 - Milton, Chapter 33 - Milton, Chapter 34 - Yvonne, Chapter 35 - Yvonne, Chapter 36 - Yvonne, Chapter 37 - Milton, Chapter 38 - Yvonne, Chapter 39 - Yvonne, Chapter 40 - Milton, Chapter 41 - Milton, Chapter 42 - Milton, Chapter 43 - Yvonne, Chapter 44 - Milton, Chapter 45 - Yvonne, Chapter 46 - Milton, Chapter 47 - Yvonne, Chapter 48 - Milton, Chapter 49 - Yvonne, Chapter 50 - Milton, Chapter 51 - Yvonne, Chapter 52 - Milton, Chapter 53 - Milton, CHAPTER 1 Yvonne August 1937 Lester Fullbright had visited me once every other month in the women's prison camp where I had been the state of Alabama's guest for almost two years. He was the man I'd been living with when I got arrested. He'd told me that when they let me out, I could move back in. But when I arrived at his house that Thursday evening, the day I got released, he looked surprised and a little annoyed when he opened the door. "Yvonne, what the hell you doing here? You ain't supposed to get out until next week!" He looked over my shoulder in both directions as he waved me in. I felt sure enough frumpy in my drab release outfit: a mud-colored cotton dress, matching paper-thin slippers, and dingy white bobby socks. My hair was in three limp plaits. I had a brown paper bag that contained a few pieces of underwear, the dress I'd been wearing the day they locked me up, my Bible, a comb, and two baloney sandwiches. I'd had a wallet with four dollars and some change in it when they checked me in, but it had mysteriously disappeared. Stuffed way down in my brassiere was ten dollars gate money and a bus ticket back to the county I'd been arrested in. Them two things, and the baloney sandwiches, was what every inmate got on their way out. The bus ticket hadn't done me no good, because the closest depot was even farther than my destination. The sandwiches had such a foul smell, I wouldn't have fed them to a hungry hog. "Did you escape?" "Do you think I'd be stupid enough to bust out of jail with only a week to go? They turned me loose early for good b