MYRTLE FOUND SOME FOOD in her pantry and put it in a plastic bag to bring to Wanda and Crazy Dan. “Still need to get to the store,” she muttered. But at least she could bring Wanda some odds and ends to eat. It was an odd combination of saltine crackers, peanut butter, pasta noodles, and pickles. But she was sure Wanda would take the food no matter what.
They got in the car and Myrtle fiddled with the radio. “Let’s get some music on. You’re always so tense when we set out to see Wanda, Miles.”
“Only because I feel responsible for them. And very conflicted about what my role should be,” said Miles with a sigh. He glanced over at Myrtle’s punching of radio station buttons. “I think button three is a good station.”
Myrtle hit button three. It appeared to be a public radio station that offe
