Chapter Twelve
Myrtle glanced at her own watch as Terrell hurried away. “How much getting ready is he going to do? Supper is hours away.”
“Well, clearly he wants to put his best foot forward,” said Miles. “It’s really sort of sweet in a way. He’s so flustered over it and is obviously no dating expert.”
Myrtle nodded and finished her Dubonnet. “It does look as if he’s finally coming out of his shell now that the commanding and controlling presence of his mother is gone. Which really does make me wonder if he had been desperate to get rid of her and finally start his life.”
“And I suppose, if he did kill her, having the extra money from her estate would have helped him in his quest to start over,” said Miles. “Although, as a doctor, he was certainly rich enough.”
Myrtle shrugged. “It’s
