Chapter Twelve
Not ten minutes later, Red was glowering at her. “You need to stop getting involved in this mess, Mama.”
Myrtle put her hands on her hips. “Involved in it? All Miles and I were doing was coming by for my cassoulet dish.”
Miles gave Red a miserable look.
Red said, “You gave Nell a cassoulet? We’d better have the coroner double-check the cause of death then.”
Myrtle glowered at him.
“And what’s going on with the red car at your house? Don’t tell me you’ve gone ahead and purchased a vehicle.”
Myrtle said primly, “Boone has been very helpful. He wants to make sure I love whatever car I pick out from him so he’s letting me take them home and try them out.”
Red said, “Well, I’m too busy to handle that nonsense today. But we’ll have a conversation about this, later. Now
