"Oh, hello. My name is Bev Carter and I live just next door with my family. I just wanted to go out and meet a few neighbors. I would've brought cookies, but unfortunately our kitchen supplies box is still packed somewhere."
Myrtle was ecstatic! A new neighbor! She loved having friends to call on during the day. And she was sure anyone would be better company than sour-puss Ethel. "Do you by chance know if there's a Bingo Hall in town?" Myrtle asked hopefully.
The next morning, Myrtle was awakened by a loud noise outside. "Ethel?" Myrtle called out. "Did you hear that loud noise outside? I wonder if it's someone trying to get in our trash cans!" Quickly, she crossed to the window and peered around outside. "Oh for heaven's sake! It's too dark, I can't see a thing!" she fretted. Loudly she rapped on the window. "I can see you," she yelled. "I'm calling 9-1-1!"
Ethel came out of her room and crossly accused, "Why are you making such a fuss Myrtle. There's nothing out there."
Myrtle just knocked on the window one more time and said "Well, if there was, they know that I'm calling 9-1-1 and they'll have gone away. I've read in the paper how some men prey on elderly ladies. You need to be more careful..." Ethel just snapped as she walked away, "There's no need for you to worry. You'll probably just talk them to death!"
While Ethel prepared breakfast, Myrtle went outside to grab the newspaper.
"Oh for heaven's sake," she declared when she saw the little boy sitting on their front porch. He had a note pinned to his shirt saying, 'I need a good home. Please love me.' Myrtle wildly shook her hands and glanced up skyward. "Oh for heaven's sake," then more loudly yelled. "Ethel! Ethel come quick! There's a baby in our yard! Ethel!"
Ethel slammed the door open, wiping her hands on a dish towel. "What are you blabbering about..."
Myrtle picked up the boy and showed Ethel. "A little boy. Look at the note," she said as she handed the note to Ethel. "We have to keep him. No one will love him more than we will, Ethel. Why, this is a sign from above. I was just praying the other day for a grandbaby."
Ethel just shook her head. "He's not a stray dog, Myrtle. We can't just keep him. We need to report him abandoned."
Myrtle just looked at Ethel and pleaded, "Just for the weekend. We'll just keep him for the weekend... In case his mama comes back to look for him. Then we'll call someone..."
Ethel doubtfully stared at the letter and then stared at the little boy. "I don't know about this..."
Myrtle just happily whisked the little boy inside. "Oh this will be just perfect. Just perfect," she declared.
Later that day, the little boy, Alvin (they had discovered his name on the diaper bag they found near the bushes) happily danced to the music as Myrtle proudly watched him and Ethel pretended to ignore the entire situation. Whenever Myrtle giggled at something Alvin did, Ethel would just shake her newspaper and grumpily huff.