AFTER MYRTLE HAD FINALLY gotten the prescription and roused Miles long enough for him to take it, she was ready to put her feet up for a while. Lugging Miles around town, even if she had been able to outsource some of the lugging, was still an exhausting process. And she felt as if he were on the right road at last. She’d checked in on him forty-five minutes after that anti-nausea pill and he’d seemed a lot more chipper. And awake.
Myrtle sat down on the sofa and fumbled with the remote to bring up that afternoon’s installment of Tomorrow’s Promise. But her head was still miles away. Wanda had said that Miles wouldn’t be sick for very long. She always seemed to know what she was talking about, as hard as that was to believe. There was something else she’d said that had bothered her ... th
