Chapter Six
As Myrtle walked back a few minutes later, she peered carefully at Red and Elaine’s house but didn’t see any lights on. She unlocked her door and walked in, holding the door open for Pasha. The feral cat, however, decided to go off on her own adventure and bounded away. At least she had a full stomach.
Myrtle set to preparing the casserole. She pulled out a battered cookbook from the 1970s and studied a spattered page. “For heaven’s sake,” she muttered. She’d have sworn the casserole didn’t have green beans in it. Myrtle peered in her pantry. There wasn’t a can of green beans to be found.
She sighed and pawed through the cans to find an appropriate substitute. Finally, she frowned at a couple of cans of asparagus that were hiding in the very back. Luckily, they appeared to s
