Chapter Seven
“You’ve been cooking,” he said in a somewhat accusatory tone.
“Of course I have. We had a whole discussion on this yesterday, Miles. You were with me when I bought ingredients. This is Orabelle’s casserole. We’re taking it to her now so we have plenty of time to do other things before book club.”
“How did it turn out?”
Myrtle said, “Don’t sound so suspicious. It turned out just fine. I tweaked the recipe to make it work with the things I had at home. And I even supplied a garnish for the top.”
“A garnish?” Worried lines appeared across Miles’s forehead.
“That’s right. What’s wrong with you? You’d think you’d never heard of a garnish before.”
“So it’s parsley? Basil? Something like that?” asked Miles.
Myrtle clapped her hands together which startled Miles. “Goodness! I
