Chapter Twelve
Myrtle held out her hand for the keys as she and Miles walked toward the car. “I’m certainly not getting into a motor vehicle with someone who’s falling asleep like Dozey from Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs.”
Miles frowned. “There wasn’t a Dozey.”
“Of course there was! He constantly fell asleep, just as you did.”
Miles said, “His name was Sleepy. I think you made an odd amalgam between Dopey and Sleepy.”
“Whatever. All I know is that you don’t need to be behind the wheel of a car.” Myrtle held her hand out in a peremptory fashion and Miles reluctantly dropped the keys in it.
Myrtle slid behind the wheel and started up the car. She carefully backed out onto the road from Rowan’s driveway. It was, in fact, such a very careful backup that by the time she’d executed it, a
