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ERMA STOMPED OUT WITH her phone not much longer after that.
“Brilliant boy,” breathed Myrtle to Jack, who was banging away on the piano keys again.
“Hear, hear,” said Miles, holding up his lemonade in a toast.
There was a light tap on Miles’s front door and Elaine opened the door. “Knock, knock,” she said. She looked behind her before closing the door. “Erma looked sort of peeved. I hope Jack didn’t do anything to upset her.” Jack ran over from the piano, hugged his mother’s legs, and then ran back to the piano to continue what appeared to be an opus.
“Jack thoughtfully erased Erma’s vacation pictures so that I didn’t have to upload them to the Bugle’s social media,” said Myrtle.
“Oh. Oh dear. No wonder Erma was a little cool to me on my way in,” said Elaine with a sigh.
