Chapter Two
“Me? I think your gift is a wee bit off today. I was in danger—Erma Sherman unexpectedly came back into town and I fell trying to flee. But now I’m just fine. We were just talking about you—Miles and I are playing cards and thinking of you.”
Wanda’s voice was persistent. “Not the fall. Somethin’ else. Gotta be careful.”
Myrtle sighed. “This is the problem with the Sight, Wanda. It’s a very vague thing. Is the danger from a person? A bad bit of seafood? A drunk driver? When it’s this indefinite, I feel as if I’ve got to be alert from peril from all directions. It’s most stressful.”
Wanda said slowly, “It ain’t how the Sight works.”
“Yes, I know. It’s still all very annoying, though.” Myrtle paused. “You wouldn’t happen to want to come down and play cards would you? Miles wo
