Miles said glumly, “Well, that’s that. We’ve seen what happens when this group has alcohol.”
“Hilarity ensues,” said Myrtle with satisfaction. She paused and said, “Look who Blanche brought with her.”
Blanche was hanging on the arm of Nash Moore, the surgeon Glynis had dumped just before her sudden demise.
Wanda grunted. “That’s gonna be trouble.”
“Is it?” asked Myrtle. “What’s going to happen?”
“Bad things,” said Wanda, somewhat unhelpfully.
Miles said, “Well, we can’t stand here staring at them. Let’s get our food.”
Tippy had gone all out for the book club Christmas party, as usual. There were chaffing dishes full of hot chicken, roast beef, and honey-glazed ham. The sides were vegetables and numerous enough that anyone could have a veggie plate, if they so desired.
Wanda’s
