Chapter Eight
Alice’s shocked state alarmed Miles. He blurted, “Are you all right? Should we call someone?”
Alice shook her head and continued staring at Myrtle.
Myrtle took this as a sign to continue. She said, “Unfortunately, it didn’t appear to be a natural death. I’m so sorry—I do know that you two were in a relationship for a long time.”
Alice’s silence became rather uncomfortable, which made Myrtle squirm. Finally, however, she spoke. “What happened?”
“Someone took it upon themselves to strike Amos with a glass cleaning bottle. I’m sure he never knew what hit him,” said Myrtle. She wondered if she should change tack and give Alice time to process this information. Myrtle abruptly stood. “Let’s talk about something more pleasant.”
“Like your funeral dress?” asked Miles in a dry
