THEY WATCHED THE REST of the soap opera, the plot of which was at least as unlikely as Briana’s conversion to terrorist. After it was done, Miles stretched and idly said, “What did you think of your story in the paper today?”
“I didn’t even have a chance to read it. Wait...why? Was there something different about the article?” asked Myrtle.
Miles wordlessly tossed the paper her way.
Myrtle scanned the front page. “Sloan has finally flipped his lid. I don’t believe this. Is this the Bradley Bugle or the National Enquirer? ‘Alien Spacecraft Reported by Local Resident?’ That’s Barney Shoemaker and he’s reported aliens for the past fifty years...it’s not news. It’s all tied into his fond relationship with homemade moonshine.”
“It’s a very colorful newspaper,” said Miles, looking sadly in
