Chapter Fifteen
They walked into Erma’s house and Wanda took the blanket off and wrapped it around Erma’s shoulders since Erma was shaking uncontrollably. Myrtle dumped the remaining cookies onto a plate and poured Erma a glass of milk.
Miles cleared his throat. “Perhaps something a little stronger might be good, as well. Something more medicinal.”
Myrtle said, “I’ll find the sherry.”
A moment later, Erma was consuming an odd mix of sherry, milk, and cookies. Her color, such as it was, was starting to return so she wasn’t ghostly white anymore but merely her usual, pale self.
Erma, true to form, was starting to realize she had an audience. And a spotlight. She sat a bit straighter and the light returned to her eyes.
Seeing this, Myrtle asked, “Now Erma, if it’s not too upsetting, ca
