Chapter Six
A MERE FIFTEEN MINUTES later, the book club members started showing up. Tippy came in first, which she liked to do since she was club president. She was dressed elegantly in black and white and had her hair pulled up in a chignon. Tippy had recently become elected to local office and Myrtle was relieved to see that the town council had started behaving itself with Tippy in the meetings. She tended to have a calming effect on groups.
Tippy had a couple of tote bags and a smile for Myrtle.
“I brought along the punch bowl and all the paper and plasticware. I think it would be best if we didn’t leave you anything to clean up, under the circumstances.”
Myrtle figured “the circumstances” involved Myrtle’s considerable age and the ineptitude of her housecleaner. She nodded. “I thi
