Chapter Four
The room was bright and sunny, scattered with tables and chairs. There was everything from craft supplies to bingo games stacked neatly along the walls. Myrtle glanced around and said, “Wanda, we’re going to need to make sure they give you some space.”
Wanda nodded solemnly and Miles helped make a sort of barrier of chairs between Wanda and the door. Then Wanda settled at a small table, hands folded on the top.
The room filled up quickly and the excited chatter became deafening.
Myrtle clapped her hands and yelled out in her best retired-teacher voice, “Quiet, everyone!”
The room obediently hushed and looked expectantly to Myrtle.
“That’s better. Now, listen. Wanda is making this appearance out of the goodness of her heart. This will be an exhausting process for her so w
