“Didn’t used to, but Sloan upgraded me. Said it was fer Christmas. One second.”
Wanda fumbled with the phone for a few minutes before taking a picture and sending it to Miles. The whole time, she kept a wary eye on the door in case Myrtle appeared.
On the other end of the phone, Miles studied the photo. Wanda also helpfully took a picture of the ingredients Myrtle had pulled out.
“She’s got baking powder pulled out instead of baking soda,” he noted. Then he added, “The recipe calls for sifting some of the ingredients, and I don’t see a sifter.” He sighed. “She doesn’t always have the patience for baking. Myrtle usually just lumps things together and stirs them.”
“Kin you read the recipe to me?” asked Wanda. She found a piece of paper and a stubby pencil.
Miles slowly read out the r
