Chapter Seventeen
After the girl left, Myrtle picked up the folder. “Go lock that door, Miles. With any luck, she won’t remember this folder until tomorrow. I can say it must have fallen off the table and underneath where I couldn’t see it.”
Myrtle opened the folder as Miles walked back from locking the door. “Wait a minute,” said Miles. “There are no pecans yet. Those are harvested in late fall here, aren’t they?”
Myrtle said, “She wasn’t going to know any better. It was all she could do to rein in her impatience enough to even have a conversation with me. Disdainful little miss. No, I made it all up, of course. Tina was getting underfoot and it was time to get her out of the way for a while. Couldn’t keep tripping over her while she was getting constant updates on my stupid fall.”
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