Myrtle considered this. “That’s actually very true. What do you have to purchase for Christmas?”
Miles said wryly, “A bottle of wine usually fits the bill for the few folks I buy for.”
“How nice not to have to stretch yourself thin! Then yes, I’ll take you up on your kind offer. And I’ll be sure to tell Wanda the clothes are from both of us.”
“Don’t,” urged Miles. “It’ll be just a transaction between the two of us. I think I’ll give Wanda something else for Christmas, since she’ll be around. She might get uncomfortable if she thinks I’m doing too much.” He reached in his pocket and handed Myrtle some money, which she stuck in her large Christmas purse alongside the container of food.
There was suddenly a cheer from the guests and the bride and groom appeared, looking flushed and exci
