Chapter Four
Myrtle, afraid of somehow being forced to spend even more time with Erma, pounded frantically on Miles’s door, punching the doorbell a couple of times for good measure. When there was no immediate response, she rapped with her cane on his front window.
Miles finally appeared, his terrified visage peering blearily through the front window. His hair was tousled, stubble peppered his chin, and he wore plaid pajamas. There was every evidence that he had just awoken from the deepest of slumbers.
Miles pushed the door open in a panic. “What is it? A fire? What’s happened?”
“Erma happened,” hissed Myrtle, pushing her way inside Miles’s house as Erma gave them both a jaunty wave.
“For heaven’s sake. I thought you had some sort of awful family emergency or that there was a terrori
