Chapter Twenty-OneFelix turned to look at her, astonished.
Myrtle turned the light back off and swung her cane at Felix, hard. She connected to him somewhere and he let out a stream of profanity and lurched toward her. Myrtle swung again at him, making contact but not nearly as hard. She stumbled away to run toward the living room and front door.
Her knowledge of her home’s layout was a plus and she carefully skirted any objects in her way, hurrying toward the door. The profanity behind her grew louder as Felix ran into Myrtle’s armchair. Then he started screaming and Myrtle glanced behind her to see that Pasha had leaped from Myrtle’s desk onto Felix’s back and was screeching about as loudly as Felix was.
To her great relief, Miles appeared from the hallway, glasses askew and eyes w
