Chapter Seventeen
Myrtle suppressed a shudder with some difficulty and gave Erma a grimacing smile. “No thanks. I want the exercise. It’s good to take a walk and clear my head, too.” There was a brush up against her leg and she glanced down with a smile to see Pasha rubbing up against her. “Besides, I think Pasha wants to stroll with me.”
Erma gazed in horror at Pasha. She’d had many bad run-ins with the feral black cat. Pasha seemed to sense Erma was allergic to her and chased her relentlessly.
Myrtle recapped, since Erma didn’t seem to be leaving, “So I’ll just stretch my legs and walk along with Pasha for company.”
Erma’s eyes grew wide. “You’ll want company with you, for sure, especially with all the murder on our street. If something happened to you on your walk, I’d never forgive
