“I really appreciate you two coming over here. I didn’t sleep a wink last night and my stomach has felt like a roller coaster ever since I got up this morning. I need some distracting.”
Myrtle said, “Say no more. Miles and I are up to the task.”
“Good,” said Georgia with relief. “I tried watching television but there was just some moronic stuff on there.”
They settled in Georgia’s living room with the coffin coffee table, which Miles kept looking askance at. Although the house had allegedly been decluttered, it still appeared to be full of knick-knacks and random clutter. Georgia plied them with more coffee. Myrtle had the feeling she was going to float away if she had more, but she gamely took it and started up a monologue about the first thing that came into her head. That thing was
