He wasn’t delighted now.
“What did you do?” he demanded.
He wasn’t delighted now.
I looked at the sash.
“I stopped paying for your freedom.”
A couple waiting nearby turned around.
One man read the sash aloud.
“Last Night of Freedom.”
I looked at the sash.
His companion looked from Sheldon to me.
“Looks like he got his wish.”
A few people laughed. Another couple slowed as they passed, read the sash, and started laughing too. Sheldon noticed them staring.
A few people laughed.
He grabbed the sash and tried to pull it over his head.
It caught on the plastic crown.
Roslin turned away, pressing her lips together.
“Not helping,” I whispered.
“I’m trying.”
It caught on the plastic crown.
Sheldon finally yanked the crown free.
“Do you have any idea how embarrassing this is?”
“Actually, yes.”
His friends had followed him outside. Roslin’s husband wasn’t among them; he’d texted that he was staying clear of Sheldon.
