Chapter Eight
MILES’S EYES WERE WIDE as he saw Myrtle’s fingernails. “Wow.”
Myrtle smirked at him. “Aren’t they colorful?”
Miles was relieved that she gave him an appropriate word to latch onto. “They are, for sure.”
“I feel very hip and young all of a sudden. Maybe I should get a manicure more often.”
Miles nodded slowly. “Sure—why not?”
“I suppose the only downside is the fact that it costs rather a lot of money. It’s surprising, actually, how very much they cost. And then you need to tip, on top of that. I gave Nicole a very generous tip and now I’m going to have to live very leanly the rest of the week until my check comes in.”
Miles raised his eyebrows. “You gave her a big tip? Was that because she did such a good job?”
“No. Well, I did think she did a good job. But it was mai
