Chapter Eleven
Holt gaped at her. “To work?”
“Maybe. At any rate, you may see me over there from time to time. I’d sign into the office, of course,” said Myrtle. That should explain any visits to see Adelaide or Holt.
Holt was stammering now. “When I said there weren’t any changes, I really meant that the kids haven’t changed. We do have a lot more technology now. SmartBoards and that kind of thing.”
Myrtle waved a dismissive hand. “Pooh on that. Oh, I’m fine with technology, if it comes to that. I’m on social media, you know. But I have the feeling that if I could teach Shakespeare on a blackboard, I can teach it any way.”
Myrtle studied Holt carefully to see if he was still knocked off-balance by their conversation. His defenses did still seem to be down, so she quickly said, “Isn’t
