Chapter Fourteen
Myrtle noticed with horror that Erma Sherman was standing on her front step. Erma grinned and waved as the van drove up the drive.
“Now how am I going to escape that?” moaned Myrtle. “Why can’t the woman remember that she lives next door and that she needs to stay over there? All she does is pester me.”
“Just tell her you’ve had a big day shopping with me and Jack and you need to go in and put your feet up and close your eyes for a while,” said Elaine in a sympathetic voice. “She should understand that.”
But it took a lot for Myrtle to admit to someone, even falsely, that she was tired out. She liked to present a picture to the world of strength and heartiness. “Of all the neighbors in the world, I had to get her.”
“She’s my neighbor too,” said Elaine. She chuckled. “
