Chapter Sixteen
“Hi,” said Bettina, looking chipper. “Okay that I’ve dropped by? I wanted to talk to you more about Miles.” She raised her eyebrows as she said, “And nice door decorations, by the way.”
Myrtle considered telling Bettina right there at the door that Miles was less than smitten with her. But she realized this tactic might be less than effective if she were to talk to Bettina again before the end of the cruise. She opened the door wide. “Thanks. And sure. If you don’t mind my packing while we talk.”
Bettina walked in and raised her carefully painted-on eyebrows. “Well. When you pack, you pack.”
Myrtle glanced around the small cabin. There were items on every available surface. “Just push some of the stuff over to the side on the little sofa there. I’ll sit on the bed.” She
