Book club, Myrtle decided, was not off to a good start. For one thing, at least two of the women had forgotten to bring the book with them. Another hadn’t “had the chance to read the book.” And Palmer appeared to be irritating Myrtle’s guests.
Miles walked up to Myrtle and murmured, “Is it me, or is one of the new members creating some friction?”
“She definitely is. Look at Tippy’s face.”
Miles and Myrtle considered the expression on the book club president’s face. Tippy was flushed with what appeared to be indignation and her features reflected anger and confusion as Palmer spoke with her.
“What’s going on, I wonder?” asked Miles.
Myrtle’s eyes narrowed. “It appears to be a coup of some kind. I have the feeling that Palmer is wanting to take over either book club or some other orga
