Chapter Thirteen
Myrtle reached behind her for something, anything, as Willow gripped her shoulders and shook her back and forth in anger. “I kept trying to get rid of you. Nosy busybody,” Willow said. She put her hands around Myrtle’s throat right when Myrtle finally curled her fingers around the foil container. With one, desperate gesture, Myrtle pushed the container of vegetable casserole in Willow’s face.
Willow howled like a hurt dog and spat furiously to get the casserole out of her mouth. God knows what poison she’s put in there, thought Myrtle as she anxiously hobbled to the door, her cane nowhere near her. She’d just reached the door when Willow’s hand jerked back on her shoulder and Myrtle stumbled backwards, just as Red pushed through Myrtle’s front door. With a wild cry, Wil
