Wanda grimaced. “Sorry ‘bout that. Maybe some coffee will help?”
Myrtle found that Wanda could make an excellent pot of coffee. Her breakfast-making skills, as she’d discovered before, were also superb. And she did indeed feel better now that she had a bit of caffeine and some food.
“Whatcha plannin’ on doin’ today?” asked Wanda in-between bites of food.
“Oh, I suppose I’ll see where the day leads me.” Myrtle paused. “I did pick up some intel last night at Tippy’s party. Did you overhear Blanche talking about a cookie swap?”
Wanda gave her a wry look. “Couldn’t help but hear it. She was yellin’ by that time.”
“True. I’ve noticed before that alcohol and Blanche are not a good combination. Anyway, there’s some sort of secret cookie swap party underfoot. I’m quite peeved I haven’t be
