Mimi Godsell could do her job in her sleep. Not because it wasn't challenging; on the contrary. Trying to lead a tour group was like herding cats. No. It was because she was so good at what she did. She knew the village history backwards -- and that was just the bits she didn't embellish to get extra tips from the double-wide men with the sunburnt wives and sticky offspring. The way to grab people's attention, and distract them from their social media accounts, was to lure them into a scandal of epic proportions.
