Chapter Seventeen
“Vivian is going the opposite direction,” Miles observed astutely.
“Heading right for the children’s wing. I know a shortcut. We just have to approach the wing from the outside.”
Unfortunately, it was still very hot and humid outside. Myrtle and Miles, due to their advanced age, no longer perspired much. But the humidity did a number on their hair. Myrtle’s cane thumped dramatically on the sidewalk as she rushed for the children’s wing.
“I’m not sure what excuse we can give for being in this particular area,” said Miles.
“She won’t think a thing of it,” said Myrtle with a shrug.
But Vivian did blink with surprise at the spectacle of Myrtle and Miles bursting through a side door. They gasped for breath from the sudden exercise and the flight of stairs they’d scaled.
