Chapter Five
Myrtle frowned. “Really? Clara Albert said that they didn’t really know anybody in town.”
“He sure knows her,” said Puddin.
“Who is this ‘her’? Did Bitty know that? And why on earth do you have so many cousins?”
Puddin proceeded to detail a complex family tree, involving far too many children in all its many branches. Myrtle’s head started pounding.
“Never mind,” said Myrtle. “Just tell me who the woman was while I get some aspirin.” She walked into the kitchen.
Puddin drawled loudly from the living room, “Name is Adelaide. Don’t reckon I know any Adelaides, but maybe you do.”
Myrtle nodded slowly. “I do. At least, I taught her a long time ago. I think she’s also a teacher, now. Adelaide Pound. Teaches at the high school.” She took the aspirin and brought the glass of w
