Oh, Tansy,” Melinda Tipton called in her usual sing-song voice as she shoved the door to The Murky Cauldron open. “I didn’t see your name on the committee list. I’m sure it was just an oversight, so I thought I would come here and get your information. Not that I think anything has changed, mind you. It’s just a formality.”
Tansy looked up at the other woman, her brows furrowed with her confusion. “Melli, what on earth are you talking about? What committee?” She glanced over at Wanda, who dusted the back shelves, but the older woman just shrugged.