Chapter Five
“Now, does that look like a nightlight? Or a regular light?” asked Myrtle, glancing down at the black cat. Pasha padded up the walkway to Miles’s front door, then looked meaningfully behind her at Myrtle.
Myrtle followed and rang the doorbell.
Miles answered the door wearing pajamas and a robe and appearing a bit grouchy. He was, however, clearly awake. He held the door open for Myrtle and grunted as Pasha entered behind her.
“Pasha and I are spending some time together,” said Myrtle by way of explanation. “Since you were up, we thought we’d include you in our little visit.”
Miles said coldly, “I hadn’t fully committed to being awake yet. I was still mulling over whether I wanted to try to go to sleep again.” He glared at Pasha, as if it were all her fault.
Myrtle bustle
