“Thought you might need company,” Gail said. “How about that movie?”
Myla turned around again and kept walking.
“I don’t feel like a movie,” she said.
“I’m glad to see you decided not to go to your old house,” Gail said, following her. “Don’t you get a lot of sand in your shoes when you do this?”10
“Decided not to go where?” Theresa asked. “You need to wear walking shoes, Gail. Or something to protect your feet. You’re in the desert, for chrissakes. A scorpion or rattlesnake would bite right through those tiny little things.”
“I did go to the house,” Myla said.
“What house?” Theresa asked.
“Her old house,” Gail said. “It’s the anniversary of her catching her husband doing the nasty with her next door neighbor.”
“Why on Earth would you go back there?” Theresa asked.
“It used to be
