Chapter Sixteen
Miles and Wanda froze.
Myrtle said, “Goodness, Cindy. Are you all right? What are you doing out here? Come inside. We have snacks. And . . . sherry.”
Myrtle carefully picked her way around the gnomes and led the way into her house. Cindy was shivering and Myrtle picked up the blanket that had also given comfort to Wanda and Erma and threw it around Cindy’s shoulders as she bustled her to the kitchen table.
Myrtle, Miles, and Wanda stared anxiously at Cindy, who did look quite pale and hollow-eyed. This likely, of course, was due to the fact that Cindy must have just recently found out that she had been widowed.
Miles said slowly, “Sherry, I think, Myrtle.”
Myrtle pulled a wine glass out of the cabinet and hurriedly poured a full glass and shoved it at Cindy. She kept
