Agnes couldn’t help that teaching science at the tri-county school was a job that devoured her free time. She loved biology, loved chemistry, especially loved biochemistry, and a desperate desire to remain in or near her hometown. The latter was partially to care for her father, who had Alzheimer’s, and partially a response to the crippling homesickness she’d felt at State University.

Maybe it was that devotion to her job, her dad, and her kids that made her husband Lee pack up and leave.

Not leave town, though. No, he’d shacked up with Cassandra Kolzowski, the buxom and blonde proprietress of the local ice cream shop. In a small town, it was a major player–profitable as hell even with reduced operating hours.

Agnes struck back the only way she knew how–with biochemistry. There was enough rye on hand in the farm fields and the Ag Annex’s test fields to collect ergot and synthesize lysergic acid diethylamide from it.

LSD, for those without Agnes’ grasp of chemistry.

She added it to the premixed ice cream flavors at Cassandra Kolzowski’s stand one night.