Chapter Nineteen
“Ignore it!” growled Maxine in a whisper.
But Myrtle cut off whatever else Maxine was planning on saying by taking her cane and hitting it as hard as she could on Maxine’s forearm. Maxine howled in fury as the gun hit the floor. As she reached for it, Myrtle bolted for the front door, yanking it open.
Myrtle towered over the very startled looking mustachioed older man on her front step. He wore a green golf shirt with a “Greener Pastures Retirement Home” logo embroidered on it. “Mrs. Clover?” The man gaped at the wild-looking old woman in front of him.
Maxine let out a furious, guttural cry behind them and Myrtle shoved her way past the small man, thumping with her cane as she headed as fast as she could for the Greener Pastures van that was outside her home.
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