Chapter Twelve
After Miles returned home, Pasha was fed, and Dusty fussed at, Myrtle trotted across the street to Red and Elaine’s house. She had to wait for a slow-moving car to pass before she crossed. The occupants all appeared to be taking pictures of her gnomes. Or, perhaps, they were zooming in on the giant gnome, quite the anomaly in the group. Myrtle preened, managing to photobomb their pictures.
A few minutes later, Elaine pulled up an extra chair to the kitchen table and set a big plate of spaghetti in front of Myrtle.
The entertainment for the evening was Jack. He was apparently a tremendous fan of spaghetti and was enthusiastically shoveling it into his mouth. However, his expertise with his little-kid-sized fork was clearly lacking. Plus, he kept grinning at the novelty of
