Chapter Twenty-One
Myrtle slumped in relief. “That must have been a record for an Erma encounter.”
“Well, we couldn’t exactly get up and move to another seat,” said Miles, rubbing his temples. He gazed at the people walking past the tent. “Looks like Sloan did take your advice and bring Sally here on a date.” He paused. “I can’t say it’s the most thrilling of dates, though. And it looks as though he might even be working. He sure is taking a lot of pictures, if not.”
“It’s a better date than discussing the updates for the newspaper website,” said Myrtle. She peered across the tent. “It looks as if Josephine is taking a break. This might be a good time to go talk with her.” She then frowned as she surveyed the food line. “But there’s Alice Porper. It might be good to talk with her, too.
