Chapter Twenty-TwoThere was a very startled and angry and very coherent spate of cursing from Ruby as Myrtle dashed for the bathroom and turned on the light. Where was the lock on the blasted door?
“Did you know there are no locks on the bathrooms here?” Ruby’s voice was a disturbing singsong. “Just in case the staff needs to help us, you know. Always so thoughtful here at Greener Pastures.”
Myrtle spotted the call button on the wall and pounded on it before bracing herself against the bathroom door.
A tinny voice came from the call box. “Miss Ruby? Do you need some assistance?”
Myrtle groaned. It was Darla, of all people.
“It’s not Ruby, it’s Myrtle Clover. And, yes, I’m in dire need of assistance. Your resident is a homicidal maniac!”
There was a pregnant pause on the other end. “I
