Chapter NineteenJoan darted a swift look across at her as she drove toward Carolyn’s. “Because you did. Remember? You fell down.”
“No, I was pushed,” said Myrtle tiredly. “I swear to goodness I’m tired of people saying I fell. But you’re the first person to mention my falling down on the ramp. Everyone else has said stairs. Even the newspaper printed that I’d fallen on the stairs.”
Joan gave a short laugh. “Guess I had ramps on the brain for some reason, that’s all.”
Myrtle said in a mulling voice, “There have been some other things lately that have made me wonder. Like the way your father swore up and down that he never had an argument with Tobin...until he was confronted by more proof than we’d already had. And the way that you swore you never came back to your mother’s drop-in—until
