Chapter Twenty-OneThe worst part, reflected Myrtle that afternoon, was that she was starting to feel the teensiest bit at home at Greener Pastures, which was completely abhorrent. But sure enough, there was a sort of rhythm to life there that was easy to fall in step with.
First she joined in a Scrabble game with two very sharp-looking women who were both wrapped up in fluffy sweaters and scarves as if it were winter inside the retirement home. Myrtle was beaming when she won the match, even though she hadn’t played Scrabble for ages. The daily crossword puzzles were key, she decided.
Lunch was rather uneventful and not as good as the meal she and Miles had had their first time there. It was a shame Miles wasn’t there to witness its blandness.
When it was time to watch Tomorrow’s Promis
