Chapter Seven
“Well, that was very nice,” said Myrtle.
Miles merely gave a relieved sigh.
“He really is such a nice young man. I’m glad I finally had the chance to have him over for a meal. I should do this every time.”
Miles closed his eyes briefly. “Can I help you clean up?” he asked.
Myrtle looked around the kitchen and made a face. “I’ve half a mind to drag Puddin back over here and have her do it. It’s amazing how a couple of simple recipes can make for so much mess. Puddin definitely owes me one. That silly Bitsy called and Puddin didn’t even have the chance to do any cleaning at all.”
Miles looked at the clock. “I’d say your chances of getting Puddin over here at this time of the morning are slim to none.”
“It’s not even that early anymore! But I know what you mean. Puddin is
