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UNFORTUNATELY, THEIR time at the theater was a long one and they weren’t able to talk to any other cast members or crew. Red had asked a few questions of them both—in particular about the “squabbling like children” remark that Myrtle had made to him earlier.
Despite the evening’s unsettling events, Myrtle was surprised to discover she could fall asleep that night. But she couldn’t stay asleep. Her rest ended abruptly at three-forty-five in the morning. She lay in the bed for a few minutes to see if rolling over would do or if she could think of nothing at all and drift off. As usual, any attempts to fall back asleep were completely useless. She got up, showered, dressed, and headed into her kitchen for an early breakfast.
It was about four-thirty when she heard a knock at her
