Chapter Fifteen
Miles peered over and nodded. “It is. I suppose no one has been giving him casseroles, since his relationship with Nell wasn’t public.”
Myrtle said, “We can talk to him on the way over to the cat food aisle.”
Miles balked. “Approaching him in the grocery store? He’s just lost someone really close to him. He might not feel much like talking.”
“All the better to offer our condolences.” Myrtle walked toward the canned meats with great determination. Miles gave a small sigh and hurried to keep up, pushing the cart as he followed.
Myrtle said, “Edward?”
Edward turned around sharply, apparently deep in his thoughts. He slumped a little when he saw Myrtle. “Hello there,” he said in a resigned voice.
“I’m so sorry about Nell. She was a wonderful lady,” said Myrtle.
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