Chapter Six
In danger. The psychic’s eerie prediction—more like a pronouncement—bothered Myrtle during the long drive back. Wanda had seemed genuinely shaken and had refused to take her money, which hadn’t endeared her to Crazy Dan. But the woman couldn’t actually be clairvoyant. It was more likely that she was completely off her rocker. Who wouldn’t be, living with Crazy Dan?
Myrtle did remember to put some gas into Erma’s tank, in case she wondered why going to the doctor would put such a dent in her tank. She pulled into a station and scrounged a couple of dollars from her pocketbook. Then she saw how far two dollars would go and nearly keeled over from the sticker shock. Five years without a car and the price of gas had skyrocketed. She dug out more money.
Myrtle pulled cautiously
