Chapter Thirteen
The best thing about Annette’s visit was the way she’d given Myrtle an excuse to talk to Annette’s husband. Myrtle hadn’t fancied calling Silas up with an electrical problem for him to take a look at—that would have set her back at least a hundred dollars—-just for him to walk through her door.
Now all Myrtle had to do is to “find” Annette’s missing pocketbook and deliver it to Silas, along with a few well-phrased and pointed questions.
Myrtle was about to pick up the phone and see if Miles wanted to go with her to the store to buy a cheap purse, when she hesitated. Miles had been icy on the way back from the dentist. She’d better let him sulk it all out of his system before she asked him for another favor. Miles could nurse hurt feelings much longer than a woman could.
