Chapter Fifteen
Reluctantly, Myrtle opened the door. Erma delightedly hopped inside, then stopped, glancing fearfully around. “Pasha isn’t around, is she?”
Sadly, Pasha wasn’t. “No, she’s out subduing nature somewhere. Come on in, Erma.”
Myrtle was preparing to sit down in her armchair, but Erma looked expectantly toward the kitchen. “Might I have something to nibble on?”
“I suppose so,” said Myrtle inhospitably. She was heading toward the kitchen when there was another rap on the front door.
Erma beamed, clasping her hands together. “It’s Miles! We can have a sleepover after all!”
“It’s the opposite of a sleepover,” Myrtle grated severely. Did Erma remember nothing? She stomped to the door. At least Miles might be able to help her expeditiously rid herself of her Erma infestation.
