Chapter Fourteen
When Elaine spotted Myrtle, she carefully led Jack over toward her. This was difficult because of the chairs in the way, and also because Margaret Goodner was swaying on her feet between them.
When she finally reached Myrtle, Myrtle shook her head. “Sorry that you had to see this debauchery, Elaine. And poor Jack.”
Jack, however, seemed focused solely on the pizza. There were still several boxes of it and he was eyeing it hungrily.
“No, this is wonderful!” said Elaine. “I needed another photo for Sloan for the paper. He promised me I could put something else in as filler. I mean, I like putting photos up on the paper’s social media, but it seems much more authentic to have it in print. I thought everyone would be all stiff and polite and not want their pictures taken.
