Chapter Eleven
“Vivian! So good to see you, my dear. Please have a seat with us.”
Vivian did, carefully setting down her plate, full of a hodgepodge of beef casserole, potato salad, barbeque, and corn pudding.
Vivian blushed a little. “It looks like I went a little crazy in the buffet line.”
“A perfectly normal reaction to some pretty extraordinary food. You’ve just arrived at our table too late to see how packed our own plates were,” said Myrtle. “By the way, do you know Miles?”
Vivian politely shook his hand. “Good to meet you.”
Myrtle said, “I was actually thinking, Vivian, that this service seems to have all the hallmarks of your organizational skills. Did you help Dinah out with the planning?”
Vivian nodded. “She seemed so lost when I visited her. The minister kept leaving mess
