A MINUTE AFTER MYRTLE returned to her parking lot vigil, Miles pulled up. She climbed into his car, which was filled with the aroma of French fries and grease.
“Ahh,” she said appreciatively. “Let’s dig in.”
Miles carefully spread napkins over his lap and handed a bunch to Myrtle. “It’s a good thing I store a bottle of antacid in my car,” he mumbled. He handed Myrtle her order and then gingerly pulled out a hot dog for himself. “Was it quiet here the whole time?”
“No. As a matter of fact, it wasn’t quiet at all. Red drove up to harass me. And he was surprised and disturbed by the fact that you left me in a parking lot downtown,” said Myrtle with an annoyed sigh.
Miles raised his eyebrows in alarm. “I hope you told him it wasn’t my idea.” He looked uncomfortable. “I hate the thought th
