Chapter Sixteen
Eventually, much of the mess was cleaned up and put away and Myrtle finally turned in. She managed to sleep this time, too, although she had nightmares about the scraped-off sauce growing and growing around the dining room table until she and the guests were barricaded in by it.
Miles called her as she was getting ready the next morning.
“I really don’t feel like going to class this morning,” he said. “I feel as if we just saw those people.”
“We did just see them. Although I really didn’t even have a chance to talk with any of them. Come on. We should go. We’re practically at the end of the class,” said Myrtle.
A few minutes later, Miles had picked her up and they were heading to the community college.
“I suspect that Louvenia isn’t going to be her usual, chipper se
