Chapter Nine
Juneau was so rainy that Myrtle realized how lucky they’d been with the weather so far on the cruise. The rain was pouring down in buckets through the foggy air. There was a tram that lifted passengers past a dense Alaskan rainforest to the top of a mountain ... at least, that’s what it was supposed to do. Myrtle couldn’t even see the tram out her window for the rain and fog.
There was a tap at her cabin door and she opened it. Miles stood there looking rather bemused. “Your door. How ... ?”
“Oh, you mean the gnomes on my door? Aren’t they the dearest things? Can you believe that there is a concierge on this ship? So very cooperative, too. She was delighted to print out a bunch of gnome pictures and bring me tape to put them up on the door,” said Myrtle. She and Miles sat o
