“Oh, I don’t think so. I’ve already troubled her for a lemon and two eggs, and that’s likely enough for one day. Besides, she was about to put Jack down for a nap.”
Myrtle called Miles. “Do you need anything at the store?”
Miles said slowly, “Are you offering to pick something up for me or asking if I can drive you and pick up something for myself?”
“Option two. I need a ride and I’ve pestered Elaine enough for one day.”
Miles made a noise that sounded as if he’d been pestered quite a bit himself. Then he said, “I’ll be right over.”
And, in the vein of someone wanting to get something over with, Miles was right there. Myrtle barely had time to pick up her purse when she heard the light toot of his car horn indicating he was outside.
“Gracious,” said Myrtle. “All right. Wanda, you
