Chapter Nineteen
The ride home wasn’t a bit treacherous, despite the residual ice on the roads. When Miles pulled onto Magnolia Lane, he said in a perplexed tone, “I can’t believe my eyes. Your wayward housekeeper appears to be cleaning your home. Without your badgering her or even being there. Has Puddin had a mild stroke?”
Myrtle frowned. “That Puddin. She turns up like a bad penny. No, she wouldn’t be there if it weren’t for Dusty. I guarantee you that Dusty is at Erma’s doing something. Remember? She’s gotten it into her head that Dusty is running around on her with Erma.”
Miles made a sound that was halfway between a chortle and a coughing fit as he pulled into her driveway. When it had subsided, he said, “There are so many things wrong with your last statement that I don’t even kn
