There was an uncomfortable silence. Myrtle finally said. “Well, of course you saw her day before yesterday. She was alive then, you know.” A nervous tittering of laughter followed. Kitty Kirk’s hands clenched in her lap and Althea looked uncharacteristically nervous as she shrank into her chair.
Myrtle adopted a chatty persona. If something weren’t done to continue this line of conversation, then someone was going to change the subject. “What a terrible thing to have happened. Didn’t I say that, Elaine? A terrible thing.” Elaine looked glum as she was dragged as an unwilling prop into Myrtle’s staged conversation. “I wonder who could have done such a thing.”
Tippy said briskly, “It’s obviously the work of some criminal, Myrtle. Maybe an itinerant worker or some such person.”
Erma gave
