Chapter Eighteen
The ladies tittered nervously. Georgia always seemed explosive and they never really knew when the explosion was going to happen.
She continued, “I mean . . . it was good and everything. I liked the theme pretty well. I get that it was meant to be a cautionary tale. But wow. It wasn’t exactly a feel-good read, was it?”
Apparently, that’s all that Georgia had to say about it. Myrtle frowned. Georgia was one of the few members who had ever proposed anything remotely literary at the club. It simply wouldn’t do if Georgia gave up at this point. Myrtle saw Philomena looking in her direction and mouthed, “Help!” at her.
Philomena said cautiously, “Reading the classics can be tough, can’t it? Sometimes these books won’t have the happy endings that we’ve gotten used to with co
