9
RYDER
As anticipated, the first knock came at ten the next morning. And, as anticipated, it was Myrna Flanders and her mother. They were both dressed in their Sunday finest, the older woman holding a pie.
"We came with a gift of congratulations." The woman smiled, although brittlely. There was no doubt she was disappointed that I'd not only married Ellie, but that it remained a surprise until it was a fait accompli.
"Hello, Mrs. Flanders. Miss Myrna. That pie looks delicious," I offered congenially, holding my arm out for them to enter.
"Peach," she added.
Ellie came out of the bedroom as Mrs. Flanders placed the pie upon the kitchen table. She was meticulously dressed now, but I knew beneath her pretty clothes she wore a large size ass plug and no drawers. I placed the pie on the
