Chapter Eighteen
Myrtle and Tippy headed out to Tippy’s roomy Cadillac. Tippy turned on the car and jazz music started playing on the speakers. Tippy, always the perfect hostess, even if she was hosting in her car, started asking Myrtle questions about how Jack was doing and what Elaine was up to. Before Myrtle knew it, they were at town hall.
The town clerk did not look excited to see Myrtle there again.
“I’d like to drop out of the race, BeeBee,” said Myrtle. “And Tippy would like to sign up.”
BeeBee muttered something under her breath and pulled out a stack of paperwork for Tippy and a separate piece of paper for Myrtle. “Forms and signatures,” she said.
Myrtle poised her pen above the paper. “So it’s not a problem, then? That Tippy becomes a candidate even though it’s post-deadlin
