Chapter Ten
Myrtle glared at the bunny crack on her ceiling again. Telling yourself to go to sleep wasn’t any good when you weren’t used to following orders. Time for her warm milk nightcap. She tossed the covers off and headed for the kitchen.
She poured the milk from the pan into her glass and stepped out on her screen porch. It was surprisingly cool tonight, not like the humid, buggy nights they usually had this time of year. She looked down the wooded hill leading to the lake and the rickety dock. She used to go down to the lake on nights she couldn’t sleep and sit on the dock to watch the water and listen to the night animals calling each other and the water lapping up against the sides of the dock. She even had a rocking chair out there just for that purpose, although she hadn’t g
