Chapter Nine
Myrtle spent much of the night thinking about Maisy. She called Elaine as early as decently possible the next morning, broke the news that the cat had stolen the tuna, then started right in with some questions.
“Did Red find out what happened to Maisy? What does Red know about it? How is she feeling? Is she still in the hospital? Does she need someone to bring her a casserole?”
Elaine shuddered on the other end of the phone. She had a feeling that Maisy, who had just recently undergone horrific gastric distress, would not want a Myrtle Clover casserole.
“She’s still in the hospital, Myrtle. After all, she wasn’t in the strongest of conditions even before she got sick.” Elaine hesitated, but knew Myrtle would end up pulling it out of her. Red shouldn’t give her information
