Myrtle said, “Such a lovely service. Palmer would have loved it.”
Tippy said absently, “Thank you. I knew Shay wasn’t up to having a service and Palmer was so very involved in the town that something needed to be done.”
“Are you arranging Cash’s, too?”
“No, his family just wants to hold a private memorial service. He’d apparently wanted to be cremated and they said he wasn’t a fan of much fuss, so they’re keeping it quiet.” Tippy, an aficionado of much larger funereal events, seemed rather baffled by this mindset.
“I see.”
Tippy continued, “Anyway, I wanted to ask if you could be on a special committee for me.”
Myrtle drew back. She knew Tippy’s tricks. She was calling it a “special” committee to make it sound more appealing to Myrtle. But it would be a very ordinary committee with
