“Just be glad that I realized you might still be asleep,” said Myrtle, waving a spatula at Miles. “Yes, all the lights were on at Red’s house, so I popped over there before coming here. It was fine. I’m actually going to babysit Red this afternoon, so that’s why I was thinking we could go ahead and get to Greener Pastures as soon as you’re ready.”
There was too much talking and not enough paying attention to the skillet, unfortunately. Myrtle scraped up some eggs that were sticking to the pan. She surreptitiously looked behind her. Fortunately, Miles appeared to be deep in thought. Myrtle took the opportunity to put the dried-up scrambled egg onto some rather overcooked toast and then put a large slice of American cheese on the top to cover up any potential egg inadequacies. The slice sli
