Chapter Seventeen
The next morning, Myrtle called Tippy. “How is the auction coming together?”
Tippy sounded a bit distracted. “I was so organized with it. But suddenly, there are a million things to do.” Her voice turned hopeful. “You don’t happen to know what Miles’s day looks like today, do you? We could use a bit of muscle.”
Myrtle crossed her fingers and said, “I happen to know Miles has nothing important on his schedule later today. He and I would love to come over to the venue and help set up.” She paused. “Do you know when the caterer and florist will be arriving? Maybe that would be a good time for us to be there.”
Tippy said, “Bianca will be here with the flowers around 5:00. Rowan should be here with the food around the same time. And thanks, Myrtle. You’ve been a real lifes
