Chapter Seventeen
In the car on the way back to Myrtle’s, Puddin said in a wheedling voice, “You know, Miz Myrtle, it’s easier for me to clean if you ain’t there.”
“I’m sure it is easier. You don’t have anyone telling you not to watch game shows instead of vacuum.”
Puddin persisted stubbornly, “It ain’t easy cleanin’ up with somebody staring at you.”
Myrtle sighed and looked out the passenger window as if trying to find where her patience had gone. Then she leaned forward. “That’s Carter Radnor.”
Sure enough, Carter was walking down the sidewalk with a small dog of indeterminate heritage.
Miles glanced over, “Looks like he’s headed to the park.”
Puddin said craftily, “You could meet him in the park an’ ask him questions.”
“All right. Miles, let’s plan on accosting Carter in the par
