A few minutes later, they were back at Elaine’s. Jack started feeling bereft that ducks weren’t being fed, so they entertained him by turning on his favorite show. Ordinarily, Myrtle would have played trucks with Jack instead, but her mind was whirling too much to manage it right then.
Elaine seemed to realize that. “He’s all settled and happy. Let’s fix you a little drink.”
“Oh, I’m probably fine.” It was a fairly unconvincing rejection.
“I have sherry,” said Elaine.
“Well, maybe just a few sips. It’s been quite the day. Will you join me?”
Elaine shook her head. “Not this time. I’m not sure I won’t be driving the car later. Of course, if Millicent isn’t captured, I suppose I’ll be staying in.”
Myrtle took a tiny sip of her tiny glass of sherry. “I do wish Red would give us some sor
