Chapter Ten
Myrtle and Miles glanced at each other as they heard Bianca say, “Are you all right? Everything okay? Do you need some more water?”
A few minutes later, she came back with an apologetic expression on her face. “I’m so sorry about that. My son wasn’t feeling well this morning so I couldn’t take him to school. But I didn’t want to not show up at work, especially with everything going on.”
Miles asked, “He’s sick?” He patted his pockets absently and pulled out his hand sanitizer.
Bianca said quickly, “It’s his stomach—just a little virus or something. I brought an air mattress from home for him to sleep on. I figured with some sleep, he’d be better soon.”
Myrtle said, “Back to Lillian’s death, Bianca. Miles and I were most upset about it, naturally, and have been talking abou
