Chapter Five
Getting barbeque was as good an excuse as any to go over to Jill’s house and snoop around outside a bit. Bradley was one of those towns where there was bound to be some people standing around the Caulfields’ house, talking. And Myrtle wouldn’t mind listening to them.
Jill’s house looked quiet, and there were no rubberneckers as far as Myrtle could see. The rush for barbeque and Tupperware and casserole dishes must have died down. Myrtle walked into the garage and saw Erma’s huge cooler there and a perky looking sign in Erma’s schoolgirl scrawl that said: “Free Barbeque. Help Yourself!” It had a smiley face on it. It was a sign that refused to acknowledge that a violent death had occurred mere yards away.
Myrtle also saw Willow there. And Willow looked taken aback when she
