Too late, I remembered Janice telling me about Mira taking some kind of karate when she was a teenager and how she’d been real good at it, too, but I had forgotten all about that. She hadn’t looked much like a karate person when she picked me up at the train station.
Mira said when she’d seen what she’d done, she wanted to cover it up fast before someone found the girl. She looked around and there was no one to see her, so she’d stuffed the girl—who probably didn’t weigh more than eighty pounds--in the first empty locker she came to. Too bad it had to be next to mine. She thought it would give her more time to get out of there than risking someone else coming in and finding her. Mira didn’t sound like an adult woman when she was talking about any of this. She sounded more like a little kid who had broken a dish and hid the pieces hoping no one would find out.
It was a mess.
After I got in the police car, they put out an APB (that stands for All Points Bulletin in case anybody don’t watch the television set like I do) for Mira’s car. They found her two states over trying to make her get away. Poor thing. It’s kinda hard trying to blend in with the traffic when you’re driving a Peptol-Bismol-pink mini-van. The Mary Kay training doesn’t include how to hot-wire and steal someone else’s car when the pink one is making you stick out like a sore thumb.
Turns out there had never been a beauty emergency. Mira had taken off and left me stranded there at her house with no way to get to the train station at all. If the police hadn’t come, I’m not sure how long I’d have sat there waiting for her to come home.
Mira is in a facility for the mentally deranged now. She wrote me the other day and reminded me of my promise to let her move in with me if she ever needed a place to live. She wanted to know if the offer still held good.
I ain’t no coward, and if push comes to shove, just like Jim Bowie, there won’t be no wounds in my back, but I’m thinking that if Mira gets out any time soon, I might have to go visit Ralph and Carla again.
Ralph ain’t such a bad guy. Not really. Fixing him a Elvis Presley sandwich now and again don’t seem like all that bad a thing right now.
Not if Mira ever heads my way again.
Also by Serena B Miller
The Doreen Sizemore Adventures
Murder On The Texas Eagle (Book 1)
Murder At The Buckstaff Bathhouse (Book 2)
Murder At Slippery Slop Youth Camp (Book 3)
Murder On The Mississippi Queen (Book 4)
Murder On The Mystery Mansion (Book 5)
The Accidental Adventures of Doreen Sizemore (5 Book Collection)
Love’s Journey Series
Love’s Journey in Sugarcreek: The Sugar Haus Inn (Book 1)
Love’s Journey in Sugarcreek: Rachel’s Rescue (Book 2)
Michigan Northwoods Historical Romance
The Measure of Katie Calloway (Book 1)
Under a Blackberry Moon (Book 2)
A Promise to Love (Book 3)
Uncommon Grace Series
An Uncommon Grace (Book 1)
Hidden Mercies (Book 2)
Fearless Hope (Book 3)
Uncategorized
A Way of Escape
More Than Happy: The Wisdom of Amish Parenting
About the Author
Serena B. Miller lives in Ohio, near the largest Old Amish settlement in the world. Her fascination with this culture led to her first published book, Love’s Journey in Sugarcreek: The Sugar Haus Inn which became the basis for the award-winning movie, Love Finds You In Sugarcreek starring Kelly McGillis, Tom Evert Scott, and Sara Lancaster. A movie based on her second Amish novel, An Uncommon Grace, was recently filmed for the Hallmark Channel. In addition to her Amish books, she's written a lumber camp historical series which includes, The Measure of Katie Calloway, which won the RITA award for inspirational fiction, A Promise to Love, which won American Christian Fiction CAROL award for best historical fiction, and Under a Blackberry Moon, which was a finalist for the CHRISTY AWARD. Before writing full-length novels, Serena worked as a court reporter in Detroit, Michigan while writing numerous articles for periodicals such as Woman's World, Guideposts, Reader's Digest, Focus on the Family, Christian Woman, and more.
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