Chapter Twelve
“It’s nice that you’re so eager to spend time with your mother,” said Myrtle tartly.
Red said, “You have no idea what sort of fate awaited me in that lunch box. We’ll have to dump it out at your house. Probably double-bag it before putting it in the trashcan.”
“It couldn’t be that bad. Besides, it’s healthy. Elaine is looking out for you, you know.”
“Looking to kill me, you mean,” said Red morosely. He gave his mother a sideways look as he drove rapidly toward her house. “Why were you and Elaine talking to Gabriel Tharpe? Y’all are hardly friends.”
“But I do know him. And I thought he gave an excellent eulogy today, and I wanted to commend him on it. I taught him years ago, remember?” said Myrtle.
“Years and years ago, yes. I thought you said he was a horrible student.
