Chapter Five
Miles, in the car with the windows down, had fallen into a deep sleep and was snoring lightly. When Myrtle hopped into the car, he jerked awake, startled.
“All done?” he asked blearily, rubbing his eyes.
“It was a piece of cake. Wanda’s getting her hair cut and styled, so we’re going to run by town hall and turn in my packet before coming back.”
Miles said, “I must still be dreaming. I could have sworn you said that Wanda was getting her hair cut and styled.”
“That’s precisely what I said. Kat always does a marvelous job, so I’m sure Wanda is in good hands. Sometimes, when you’ve had a rough spell, a trip to the salon can work wonders.”
Miles, who used a barber, gave a doubtful grunt.
At the town hall, Myrtle practically pranced through the door, waving her completed pa
