Midnight scowling at them. Summer waved without thinking, catching the doctor’s attention. He, too, waved and said, “Hello, Myrtle!” to which she immediately closed the curtains and retreated. “You know old Lady Midnight?” “I do. My oldest brother Mark was the same age as Myrtle. Is that what you kids call her, old Lady Midnight? I suppose she and I are getting up there in age.” “It isn’t a very nice name. I usually reprimand Tori for using it, and here I just said it.” “I imagine when you don’t know much about someone, it’s hard not to let your imagination get away and conjure all kinds of strange thoughts about someone who is not social or very welcoming.” “She’s never even spoken to me; she’s only left me a note. She stares at me every evening when I’m working in the garden. It made me feel very self-conscious at first but I’ve gotten used to it. I wave hello and goodbye every night. It’s weird, but it’s kind of nice knowing she’s always there watching.
