Chapter Eight
Miles pulled the car into his driveway and Myrtle raised her eyebrows. “I thought we were heading for my house.”
“Let’s come to mine and have brunch. It sounds like I might have more appropriate food in my house than you do.”
“I have all those baked goods,” protested Myrtle.
“For book club,” reminded Miles.
“I’ve already had some breakfast this morning. With Elaine.”
Miles said, “Maybe you can just have a little. That was a while back.”
So they went into Miles’s house and soon he’d made them eggs and bacon and some strong coffee since it would be a long day and they’d gotten an early start. Myrtle made a copy of the puzzle and comics page in the paper on Miles’s printer and they worked the crossword puzzle at the same time.
Myrtle finished first and, pleased by her su
