Wanda, who’d been still looking sad at the mention of Nash, started beaming.
The rest of the morning was quiet, spent with puzzles and cards. Then they had sandwiches and chips and watched Tomorrow’s Promise in the afternoon as Pasha napped on Wanda’s lap. Afterwards, Miles retreated home for a nap.
Myrtle said to Wanda, “You’ll go with Miles and me to Tippy’s party, won’t you?”
Wanda looked rather alarmed at this. “Wasn’t invited.”
“It simply doesn’t matter, Wanda. You know how all the ladies fawn over you when you’re there. They all want to hear your predictions for things.”
Wanda looked stubborn. “It’s book club. I don’t really read.”
“Neither do they! Or what they choose to read is very silly stuff. If you’re seriously uncomfortable, of course you can stay here. But the food w
