Chapter Fifteen
“Hi, Mama,” he said in his booming voice.
She frowned at him. “Shh. Jack’s asleep.”
Red glanced over at the sofa. “Well, he’s going to have to wake up anyway to go back home. I offered to pick him up for Elaine since I was closer.” His gaze wandered to Myrtle’s kitchen table and Elaine’s folder. He grimaced. “It looks like you’ve been reading Elaine’s stories.”
Myrtle gave a solemn nod. “Yes.”
Red said, “What did you think?”
Myrtle gave Red a look.
“Yep. That’s about what I thought, too. I was hoping one of her hobbies would be something she’d have a little talent in. And she really likes this one,” said Red.
Myrtle said, “Well, I can’t tell her they’re terrible. But I can’t tell her they’re great.”
“You’re just too blunt.” Although there was a gleam of respect in
