Chapter Eight
Miles pulled up into Myrtle’s driveway. “Thanks for the ride, Miles. And for going with me this morning to see Rose.”
Miles was carefully backing out when he saw that Myrtle was not walking to her front door at all, but was heading down the sidewalk, leaning fairly heavily on her cane. “Aren’t you done for today? I thought it was time for your soap?”
Myrtle grinned at him. “You know it’s time for my soap. That’s because you’re hooked on it, too. I’m fine on my own, Miles. You should go ahead and fix yourself a grilled cheese and sit down in front of Tomorrow’s Promise for a while.”
Miles closed his eyes briefly as if praying for patience. Then he pushed open the passenger side door. “Hop on in.”
“But you were planning on going back home!”
“I guess I’ll end up going back
