After a little reading and a short nap, Myrtle started feeling a little hungry. She realized that in her concentration to produce a wonderful casserole for the Caulfields, that she’d forgotten to feed herself. Myrtle peered doubtfully into her fridge, then opened her pantry. Not only did everything look unappealing, the assorted ingredients didn’t seem like they’d add up to a meal. Every recipe she could think of was missing at least one major component. She was even out of cereal and grits. She sighed. Maybe cheese biscuits and grapes would make a decent supper. She’d get Red to take her to the store tomorrow.
The mind-boggling thing to Myrtle was that the Caulfields’ kitchen was in much the same state. Libba would never ordinarily allow her supplies to get so low. And she wouldn’t be t
