Myrtle looked around her small living room smugly. Things could never spiral out of control there. Except, of course, the dust bunnies. When she couldn’t get Puddin out to clean, the dust did get rather tempestuous.
She recalled that Flint was someone who had come over to do some odd jobs around the house for her before. The kinds of jobs that Red was always promising to tackle but never seemed to find the time to. Red was always at her house when it came to replacing smoke detector batteries or tacking down throw rugs. But when it came to fiddly things with slow-draining sinks or clearing out the gutters, Red was nowhere to be found.
Myrtle decided that her gutters could use a good cleaning. In fact, she couldn’t recall the last time they’d been taken care of. She picked up her phone.
