Finally, Millicent started stomping away. Red called after her, “Millicent? I need you to stick around, please. I’ll need to speak with you.”
Myrtle closed the window.
Miles, who’d already been looking glum, was now starting to look anxious. “It sounds like Red has a long list of people he needs to speak with. I’ve really got to get ready for my family’s visit.”
“Family?” Georgia raised her eyebrows. “I never realized you had any, Miles. Where’ve you been hiding them?”
“They’re simply very busy on the west coast,” said Miles, sounding just a bit prickly. “But they’re coming this afternoon. I need to get to the grocery store to buy a few things ahead of their arrival.”
Georgia gestured to the clock on the wall. The clock was, in itself, interesting. It had numbers, out of order, spla
