Chapter Nine
At three o’clock, Myrtle called Miles on the phone.
Miles said in a resigned voice, “I suppose you’re ready to head over to the high school for the basketball game, right? I have the feeling that we’re going to be scouting out Holt Kelly as well as Adelaide.”
“That’s right. But what’s more, I think I need to escape my house,” said Myrtle. “Elaine has been over here working in my yard. She has very strange landscaping ideas. Jack has a lot more talent at planting than Elaine does, and a lot more sense about where to plant things. She has one perennial smack-dab in the middle of the front yard next to a shrub she stuck there. It’s not a bed, it’s not a border—it’s just this lone plant sitting sadly by itself. She said something about ‘visual interest.’”
“Maybe it’s her idea
