Chapter Thirteen
“Let’s go find her,” said Miles grimly.
One thing Myrtle liked about Miles. He was never one to say ‘I told you so’.
They stepped out into the hall and looked both ways. No Pasha.
“Everyone’s door is closed,” said Myrtle impatiently. “She’s got to be either in Ruby’s room or in the commons area or the hall kitchen. She’s not in Mickey’s room or else we’d have seen her and hers is the only other door besides Ruby’s that’s open.”
Natalie said, “And I’m closing the door now. It’s a cat that’s loose? I don’t need that kind of trouble right now. Plus, I’m allergic, to boot.” And Natalie shut the door tightly behind them.
They hurried down to the commons area. Myrtle swished through the window curtains with her cane, Miles squatted down to look under the tables. Ruby peere
