Myrtle and Miles shook their heads and Dallas took a seat across from them.
Myrtle gave him a kind look. “I was just so sorry about your brother, Dallas. What a terrible thing to happen.”
Dallas looked somber. “Ain’t it? I mean, isn’t it?” He chuckled. “Can’t be using bad English in front of my old teacher.”
“You’d be forgiven, under the circumstances. I remember the two of you in high school together. So awful to lose a sibling.”
Dallas nodded. “It’s been hard, for sure. I’ve been thinking back to those old days. Even got my old yearbooks out.” He gestured to a rickety bookcase in the corner that held a small number of books and the yearbooks.”
“You were both very athletic, as I recall?” asked Myrtle.
“That’s right. Different sports, though, which was probably a good thing. I gues
