Chapter Nineteen
Myrtle and Miles stared at each other. Even for Erma, this was a non-sequitur.
“What on earth do you mean?” asked Myrtle. “I agree that most of the selections by book club are murder to read. Are you just being facetious?”
Erma gaped at her. “You mean you don’t know? But you have to know. You read the book. Miles read the book. You both discussed the book and added your analysis to it.”
“What book? What are you talking about?” asked Myrtle, now more visibly irritated. “You don’t make any sense, Erma.”
Erma heaved an exhausted sigh as if Myrtle and Miles’s lack of intelligence was very wearing on her. “Bonnie’s book club selection. You know! I thought Miles made a great comment that tied right into it. Are y’all both stricken with dementia?”
“Certainly not. But I do
