Chapter Thirteen
Myrtle was apparently Erma’s favorite target for persecution. Myrtle had gone through all the precautions, however, peering out her window, making sure that she wasn’t the first person to arrive at book club. She couldn’t believe it when she saw flocks of white heads entering Erma’s house. Didn’t they know what they were getting into? Erma should have a sign over her door reading: Abandon hope all ye who enter here. Dante would certainly agree that Erma’s front door was Purgatory’s portal.
A minute later, Myrtle realized the draw. Miles Bradford stood near the appetizer table, clutching a copy of a thick tome that was completely inappropriate for the type of book club he was attending. Myrtle looked at him in sympathy. The poor man should have been told by whoever invit
