UNFORTUNATELY, SHE also apparently needed to do laundry. In her mind she’d pictured herself pulling out a long, yellow and white shirt dress with a belted waist. It didn’t seem to be hanging in her closet, though. Nor did the navy funeral dress, which was her go-to sometimes as a fallback. Racking her brain, she remembered that there had been an unprecedented two days in a row last week when she’d had to wear a dress for longer than the four hour limit when she considered a dress to be clean enough to go right back on the hanger.
Myrtle groaned and opened up the hamper. Maybe she could throw one of the dresses into the dryer real quick with a dryer sheet and it would be fresh again. She discovered that the yellow and white shirt dress appeared to have a large coffee stain on it. The navy
