“Perfect answer.”
“Six o’clock?” Charles asked.
Myra spoke into the yellow wall phone receiver. “Six?”
“Perfect. I’ll see you then. Thanks, Myra.”
“Oh, Lizzie, you are welcome here anytime. After almost twenty years, please don’t make me say it again,” Myra teased.
“I know.” Lizzie chuckled.
“By the way, is there anyone else you want to discuss this with?”
“Probably Annie.”
“Will do. I am going to see her in an hour. I’ll let her know.”
“Great. See you later.”
Charles entered the kitchen and gave Myra a peck on the cheek. “What is the occasion, lovey?”
“Lizzie got a call from a friend asking about Sunnydale. The one in Arizona.”
“Ah, the old fogie place?” He patted her on her fanny.
“Oh, Charles. It’s a retirement community.”
“Po-ta-to, po-taht-o. Aren’t Lizzie’s friends a bit young to consider going into one of those places?”
“It had something to do with her friend’s auntie. She said it was a bit complicated, and we should have a chat.”
“Already sounds a bit dodgy. Should I fire up the War Room?”
“Ha. Not yet, but I have an odd feeling about this. Lizzie is quite capable of overseeing a multitude of issues and problems. We agreed we should bring Annie into the conversation.”
“Which also means Fergus,” Charles added.
“Darling, you should know the routine by now.” Myra grinned. Lady, the golden retriever, slapped her tail on the floor to punctuate Myra’s sentence.
Charles chuckled. “Evensheknows the routine. Of course, Fergus always has treats in his pocket.”
“She’s no fool.” Myra bent down to give her dog a hug.
“Dinner for five, or twelve?” Charles asked, not because he was joking. It could very well end up with a full-blown Sisterhood meal.
“Lizzie didn’t mention anybody else. I suppose she wants to get our opinion before we bring everyone in. I know Kathryn is in Utah dropping off a load of appliances.”
“Utah is adjacent to Arizona. You should let her know to stand by.”
“Oh, I hate to mess up her routine.”
“Perhaps you should find out?” Charles pursed his lips.
“You’re right. At least we’ll have an idea if she is available if this turns into something.”
Charles gave her a sly grin. “Why do I think it’s more of awhenthan anif?”
Myra rolled her eyes. “You know me well.” She snapped a kitchen towel against his bum.
