Chapter Nineteen
The bell rang as they entered and Alice, wearing a bright blue dress and her hair swinging loose on her shoulders, looked up from behind the checkout counter. She gave Myrtle a genuine smile as she stood up. “Miss Myrtle! How did the outfit work out?”
“It was perfect,” said Myrtle, returning the smile. “And now I’m back, but with Puddin.”
Alice put her hand out and Puddin reluctantly shook it as if shaking hands was a foreign and rather invasive experience. “It’s good to meet you, Puddin.”
“She’s going to the gala tomorrow and needs a scarf to wear with the outfit she’s wearing now,” said Myrtle.
Alice gave Puddin’s black top and black pants a quick and experienced appraisal. She strode over to a table that had a variety of different accessories on it. After a few mom
