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MYRTLE WAS FIRST THROUGH Miles’s door. “Wanda! How are you? Everything going well?”
Wanda was sitting primly on Miles’s sofa as if she were a guest for the queen. A large paper bag sat at her feet. “Everything is good. Better than it is for you, anyway. Because yer in danger.”
Myrtle nodded absently. “Oh, don’t I know it! I’m always in danger, though. You should really start predicting when I’m not in danger, Wanda. It might make it more of a challenge for you.”
Miles finally made it through the door. “Wanda, what on earth are you doing here? And how did you get in?”
Wanda shrugged an emaciated shoulder. “With yer hide-a-key.”
Miles stared at her. “But that’s in a secret location!”
Myrtle grinned at him. “Do you keep it under your mat?”
“Certainly not!”
Wanda said, “He ke
