Myrtle could see the sun begin to set and knew she had to usher the girl inside. "It's growing dark, Miss Whitledge. I believe we should both retire indoors." Myrtle disliked having to tear the girl away from her thoughts. Miss Whitledge was an adult by all rights, and Myrtle would have chafed at a curfew in her position. As it was, however, Myrtle knew she had a responsibility to look after Sweetie's safety - and her reputation, for that matter.
she's tall, she's strict, and she looks like your lesbian aunt (because she is)