Chapter Sixteen
After she walked out, Dakota said in her small voice, “You’re great at this, Miss Myrtle.”
Myrtle straightened a little. “I am, aren’t I? It’s the nice thing about being an octogenarian—you get to fly under the radar. People will open up and say all sorts of things to me and never hold my nosiness against me.”
“Are you going to write a story about Mrs. Cobb?” asked Dakota.
“Oh no. No, that was completely off-the-record. What it is good for is background information and for asking other people questions, too.”
Sloan finally wrapped up his phone call and came reluctantly back to join them.
Myrtle said, “Let’s give Dakota a story, Sloan.”
Sloan looked rather alarmed. “I was thinking we were just talking about shadowing and some social media work, Miss Myrtle.”
“We were
