Chapter Two
I should put the finishing touches on my packing after I take Wanda home,” Miles said.
Myrtle was sure that whatever Miles was doing with his packing was basically just shifting things from one side of the suitcase to the other. Miles was so particular and so neat that she knew that the items in his suitcase were color-coded, organized into zipper bags, and were something of a work of art.
Myrtle, on the other hand, felt confident that she at least had everything packed that she needed. Instead of looking at her packed bags one more time before tomorrow, she grabbed her cane for the walk downtown to the Bradley Bugle office to see her editor, Sloan.
Her mind wasn’t on anything but Sloan. This is why, when she hurriedly yanked open her front door, she gaped at the one person
