Chapter Sixteen
“Different in what way?” Myrtle felt like getting information from Pansy was like pulling teeth.
“Volatile? Is that the right word? Maybe just cranky. Like I said, it was never with me, but with other people. You know . . . I told you at book club that Carter and Darren had argued right before Darren died.” Pansy looked down and blinked when she mentioned Darren’s death.
Myrtle hurried her on. For one thing, she certainly didn’t want Pansy to dissolve into tears. For another, Miles was starting to look restless near the birdfeeders. Plus, there was a chickadee who appeared to be taking offense at the fact Miles was in its flight path. “That’s right. You said they were arguing over you?”
Pansy blushed. “I believe it was about me, yes. Carter didn’t think Darren was worth
