Chapter Three
Myrtle woke later that morning to the smell of a Southern breakfast. She recognized bacon and sausage, garlic cheese grits, and waffles by their aroma. Myrtle glanced over to the other twin bed and didn’t see Wanda there. Were Miles and Wanda already eating? Was she missing out? She quickly swung her legs out of the bed, pulled her robe on, and hurried to the kitchen.
There she stared in wonder at the sight of Wanda cooking her heart out at Miles’s stove. She spotted fluffy-looking omelets in addition to the other breakfast foods she’d already been able to identify by smell. “Wanda! I didn’t know you could cook.”
Wanda, who’d been so deeply focused on the cooking, jumped before giving Myrtle a reproachful look. “Mama was a cook. She’d bring Dan and me leftovers. She showed
