Chapter Eighteen
“Now it’s time for the next month’s selection to be revealed,” said Tippy. “And then the meeting will be adjourned. It’s Myrtle’s turn to pick.”
There was a nervous murmuring in the room.
Myrtle stood up. “I’d originally thought we’d focus on one of my favorite books, The Sound and the Fury, by my beloved Faulkner.”
The murmuring escalated into a horrified pitch.
“But, after second thoughts and the urgings of my adviser, I’ve decided to pick The Outsiders,” said Myrtle.
Tippy beamed at her. “What a marvelous idea, Myrtle. I think most of us have actually even read the book.”
Although the meeting was officially adjourned, the book club members now started to eat in earnest, as if the rigor of the literary discussions had made them ravenous.
Myrtle walked up to Sally
