“Erma’s lights are a bit much. I was worried when I saw them being set up, actually. I had the feeling they were going to be pretty bad.”
“I had snowflakes dancing on my bedroom wall all night,” grumbled Myrtle. “The very least she could do is to keep her nonsense on her side of the fence.”
Elaine’s expression seemed to indicate that she wasn’t sure how Erma was to confine light to a particular boundary. But she sympathetically nodded her head.
Myrtle got out of the van and walked into her house, waving several times at Jack, who lifted a sticky hand in reply.
Once inside, she was about to close her door when a flash of black fur passed by her.
“Pasha!” she said in a pleased voice.
Pasha gave her an intent look and dropped a live mouse on the floor.
Myrtle’s eyes grew big. “Pas
