Chapter Six
That night, Myrtle set out more canned cat food in the backyard. She was sleepy enough to fall asleep straight away, but by two o’clock, she was staring at the ceiling, completely awake. What was there that was so familiar about mushrooms? Why the odd sense of déjà vu?
Her eyes opened wide. She knew exactly where she’d heard it before. She shoved herself out of the bed, stuck her feet into a pair of tennis shoes, and threw on her robe. Surely Miles was awake tonight. After such a stimulating day, who could sleep?
She was right. Miles’s lights were on. She hurried up his walkway and rapped on his door. Miles, dressed in plaid pajamas under a navy bathrobe, opened the door right away as if he’d been expecting her. “Hi, Myrtle,” he said calmly.
“Hi, Miles.”
Miles led the way
