Chapter Twenty-One
There was a small shriek from inside and then a trembling hand pushed the blinds to the side to peer cautiously out the window. Myrtle gave a small wave and managed a smile.
Erma swung the door open wide. “Goodness, Myrtle, you about scared the life out of me.”
“By knocking on the door?” Myrtle walked inside.
“Yes! Well, you can imagine I’m on edge after what happened with Preston.” Erma sat down on her sofa, pushing a variety of medical-related looking devices out of the way and covering herself up with a large, bright-pink blanket. Then she stared at the bag in Myrtle’s hands. “Ooh. Did you bring something for me?”
Myrtle set the tote bag down on Erma’s coffee table on top of a stack of very old-looking magazines. “Yes. It’s a vegetable pie. Sort of a modified she
