Chapter Eight
As they walked toward the car, Myrtle said, “You’re entirely too modest. You were there when I made the casserole, after all. You could take some credit for it, if you’d wanted.”
Miles shook his head violently. “No. I never take credit when credit isn’t warranted.”
“How pedantic of you, Miles!” said Myrtle a bit crossly. They climbed into the car and Myrtle looked down at the floorboard to see the other casserole. “Let’s take this over to Annie right away, since it’s not on ice. Maybe we should have brought a cooler.”
Miles said, “We weren’t in Martin’s house long enough to create a problem, I don’t think.” But he did drive a little faster over to Annie’s house.
He asked, “What does Annie do?”
Myrtle said, “She’s a teacher. She and I have talked about it before, actuall
