“I—ah—think she’s still feeling guilty about Parke Stockard’s death. You know, she hated Parke and now she’s dead. So she’s racked with grief. Or something.”
Elaine snorted. “She should be skipping with joy. I’m sure her life is a lot easier without Parke picking apart everything she does. I’ve always liked Kitty. She’s very sweet.”
“Sweet enough to give you a toothache. But I did feel sorry for her,” said Myrtle grudgingly.
“Especially since she’s married to Tiny.” Elaine gave a shudder. “What were his parents thinking, naming him Tiny? He’s 6’7” and got to be 300 pounds if he’s an ounce.”
“Maybe because his brain is so tiny? Remember when Kitty took the Wall Street Journal just to boggle Tiny’s mind with all those numbers higher than ten? I think Kitty’s tour of duty with that marri
