Chapter Three
“I don’t want to go tonight,” said Myrtle, feeling stubborn.
“Oh come on, Myrtle. It won’t be that bad,” said Miles. “Every one of these folks is a great cook. You know all the people going. It’ll be something fun and different. Besides—you’re hosting the dessert. You’ve got to go.”
“It’ll be tedious and tiring. And I don’t care about food as much as you do. I could just sit at home and wait for the club to get to my house. I’ll sip sherry and read thoughtful books and grieve over my failed plan to transform that pitiful book club into something great.”
“You’re not even a little curious how Jill and Blanche are going to interact with each other at a party? I thought you’d wanted to get to the bottom of their feud.”
Myrtle perked up. “It’s a one-sided feud, that’s the th
