Chapter Four
When Myrtle returned to the car, Miles was fast asleep and snoring lightly, his empty take-out container on the passenger seat. He didn’t even wake up when Myrtle took the container and threw it away in a nearby trash can. He didn’t wake up when Myrtle slammed the passenger door after plopping down heavily into the car. So Myrtle opened and shut the door again with even more vigor until he finally stirred.
“Thank heavens,” Myrtle said, “I was starting to believe I was sitting next to a corpse.”
Miles blinked a few times and then rubbed his eyes. “Sorry. I’m just really tired from all that lost sleep.”
Myrtle gave him a critical look as he continued rubbing the sleep from his eyes. “I’ll drive, instead. You’re way too sleepy to be alert enough to safely get us where we need
