Chapter Fourteen
A few minutes later, Myrtle and Miles were walking back down the library steps to his car.
Miles pulled carefully out of the parking spot. “I’m not sure we really learned anything new, did we?”
“We learned there are good World War II novels out there as long as you’re willing to read something that might occasionally be gritty,” said Myrtle.
“Aside from that, though? I guess we had more confirmation about Lillian and Tallulah’s disagreement.”
Myrtle said, “And don’t forget, some more insight into Martin’s background and character. I wanted to know more about what makes Martin, Martin.”
“And you succeeded in that?” asked Miles in a dubious voice.
“I think so. I think he’s a lot smarter than we realize. After all, he’s been a reader most of his life. It might suit him
