Chapter ThreeThere was now no question that Naomi had been too ill to come to book club. The stench of a ghastly illness rose from her and her face in death still had found no peace. She wore a soiled tee shirt and cotton shorts and no shoes.
There sure hadn’t been a dead body on Rose’s living room floor thirty minutes ago when they were all greeted and told to assemble in Rose’s backyard. Had Naomi felt desperately sick and come to book club for help?
Myrtle heard the back door open behind her as she stared at Naomi. Then she heard Miles’s voice say, “Myrtle, are you okay? Rose sent me in to check on you. I have a clean tissue in my pocket ...” He stopped short.
Myrtle turned to look at him. Miles was staring in horror at Naomi, looking slightly sick himself. “What happened?” He pulled
