She could feel the underlying resentment in her words. But Myrtle also got the impression that Poppy was proud of her friendship with Mimsy and grateful for it, too. Could Poppy possibly have both resentment and gratitude for Mimsy? Might her jealousy prompt her to do something that she regrets? Because Myrtle definitely also felt that sense of regret from her. Myrtle walked up her front walk and set the bag down so that she could open her front door. As she did, Pasha bounded in front of her and into the house. “Pasha! I didn’t even know you were there,” chided Myrtle. Then she frowned. “Can I check your mouth? You didn’t bring any take-away bags home with you from the newsroom, did you?” She certainly hoped the end of her day would not involve trying to bribe Puddin to come by and dispose of a rodent for her. Fortunately, Pasha didn’t appear to have brought her own snacks. But whatever her hour in the newsroom had entailed, it seemed to have exhausted her. She curled up in a late-afternoon sunbeam and fell right asleep.
