Three
Step lightly. Dance hard. Eat your vegetables.
Sister DeeDee Lightful Mermaid
“Did you have a good day?” Gail asked Myla as they drove down Speedway.1
“Yes, it was wonderful. You?”
“I got a lot done,” Gail said. “By the way, Sarah Crow left a message on my voice mail that she’s been trying to reach you.”
“My phone must not be working again,” Myla said. “Did she say what she wanted? Anything wrong?”
“She asked me to ask you to call her,” she said.
Myla said, “Okay. You coming to dinner tonight?”
Gail never came to the Saturday dinners even though Myla invited her every week. It was just as well. If Gail ever found out what she was doing, Myla wasn’t sure how she would react. Gail had come to the Church of the Old Mermaids only a couple of times, and Myla didn’t think she was
