Chapter Ten
BAILEY WAS A RATHER nerdy-looking fellow. He had a wiry frame, steel-gray hair, and black-framed glasses. He gave Myrtle a tight smile.
Myrtle was glad that Marigold had left because she’d been hoping to speak with Bailey on his own. She was about to launch into her questioning when a voice behind her said, “Hi there, Myrtle! May I squeeze in with you?”
Eloise. Myrtle turned around and snapped, “No, unfortunately, you may not. We’re saving these seats for Miles and Marigold.”
“But there’s plenty of room. I’ll just scootch a chair in between these two.”
Myrtle had had entirely enough of this. She bared her gritted teeth at Bailey. “I’ll be right back. Do save my spot.”
“Of course,” he said in a rather bemused tone.
Myrtle stood up and grasped Eloise’s arm, pulling her out
