Chapter Thirteen
Elaine helped Myrtle pack up her bags and carry them to her house, which was nicely cool. Actually, Elaine said it was a little on the chilly side, but Myrtle didn’t notice. She was still trying to figure out who Bootsie was sneaking around with. As soon as Elaine left, Myrtle picked up the phone. “Miles? Could you come over for a minute? No, to my house...the air is fixed.”
Miles had barely settled himself into her living room sofa when Myrtle launched in. “Miles, I need you to flirt with Bootsie and squeeze some information out of her.”
Miles stared at her coldly. “I won’t. Besides, I’m too old for Bootsie.”
“But she’s nearly your age!”
“That’s what I mean. I’m too old for her,” said Miles.
Myrtle stared at him. “You know something, don’t you?”
“I might have seen
