Chapter Five
“That’s a picture of Pasha?” asked Red, peering at Myrtle’s poster. “Can’t say I’d have recognized her, Mama.”
“That’s exactly why I need you to help me pull some pictures off my camera,” said Myrtle, reaching in her bag for her digital camera. “I swear, I don’t know what good these things are if you can’t figure out how to get the pictures off.”
Red said, “It’s just a matter of plugging it into the computer, opening the folder, and copying the pictures over to your computer. No big deal.”
“Yes, well, I tried to do just that and I couldn’t find the pictures. The camera seemed to have a bazillion folders on it.” Myrtle tightly gripped the handle of her cane. She needed to be pleasant while asking a favor, but if Red were going to be condescending, it would be tough.
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