Chapter Seventeen
After another forty-five minutes, the event wrapped up. Myrtle took the jar of cash inside and dumped it out on the kitchen table as Wanda left to watch a game show and Miles trailed behind them.
Myrtle counted it all out loud and finally said, “Two-hundred dollars! Wow!” She frowned. “Maybe I really should continue running for the seat. People do seem very enthusiastic about supporting me.”
“Or perhaps overly-enthusiastic about having their photo taken with gnomes,” said Miles dryly. “By the way, I’m completely exhausted. That was a lot of pressure to put on me.”
“Pressure? You were merely taking snapshots, Miles. Everyone loved their pictures.”
Miles peered down at the photo gallery on his phone. “Is there a quicker way to delete all these photos instead of doing i
