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IMPECCABLY ON TIME, Miles rang Myrtle’s doorbell at four o’clock. He still looked perky from his excellent night’s sleep. Myrtle was starting to drag a little, which annoyed her. She covered her annoyance by briskly getting ready to head out for the theater.
“Miles, would you take the bag of squash, please? Should we divide it up into several plastic grocery bags instead of having it in the one bag?”
“If you’re trying for the appearance of having even more squash than we do,” said Miles glumly.
“I was thinking it would be easier for the cast to divide up that way,” said Myrtle. She distributed the squash evenly, grabbed her purse and cane, and headed for the door.
As they pulled up to the theater, Myrtle leaned forward in the front seat. “Look! Perfect timing. There’s Roscoe
