Chapter Ten
Myrtle swiftly joined Miles back at the table, hoping Scotty hadn’t taken it into his head to finish his breakfast and head on his way. She was relieved to see him still there, finishing up some scrambled eggs. Miles was looking increasingly uncomfortable as Myrtle approached.
Myrtle ignored Miles and quickly said, “Hi, Scotty. I’m Myrtle Clover, I’m not sure if you remember me. I’m running against your dad for the town council spot.”
Scotty was in his early twenties and seemed to have an issue against shaving. He had a half-formed scruffy beard. He was thin and even when sitting down seemed to be very tall. He said laconically, “Then you’re going to have a pretty easy time getting elected. Dad is dead. You might not have heard.”
Miles froze, menu in hand. Myrtle took a dee
