Chapter Sixteen
“Miles, how much money do you have?” asked Myrtle. She’d called him up just as soon as her soap was over. In fact, she’d found her mind wandering a bit during the soap opera, planning her next move.
“How much money do I have? Now that’s a pretty personal question, isn’t it, Myrtle?” Miles’s voice was slightly indignant.
“No, no, I mean how much money can you spare? If I asked you to sponsor me in something?” asked Myrtle.
“Sponsor you? For what? Myrtle, you’re not planning on signing up for that marathon I was reading about, are you?”
“Marathon? For heaven’s sake, Miles. Have you been drinking? I’m in my eighties. The only time you’re going to catch me running is if something really scary is chasing me. Even then, I’ll probably just give in.”
“Oh. Then this might have
