Chapter Thirteen
Red looked guilty for about half a second and then he put his own hands on his hips. “I came over because I wanted to talk with you.”
“Well, clearly!” snapped Myrtle. Then she turned to Puddin. “What are you doing on my computer?”
“Just looking somethin’ up,” said Puddin, resentfully.
“Clearly, again, since you have Google pulled up. What is it that you’re looking up? And why are you doing it on paid time?” asked Myrtle.
Puddin opened her eyes wide and gestured circumspectly toward Red. Myrtle took this to mean that Puddin didn’t want to say anything in front of Red.
“Miles, you get some sense out of Puddin. I’m going to go out the front door with my son, since he’s on his way out,” said Myrtle between gritted teeth.
Red frowned. “I’m actually not on my way out.”
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