“Then why are we here?”
I looked at the doors.
“Because I want to see whether he thinks this is funny when I’m standing in front of him.”
We didn’t wait long.
A man came outside, laughing into his phone.
Then two more.
We didn’t wait long.
Finally, the doors flew open.
“KEIRA!”
Sheldon stumbled onto the sidewalk.
His friends crowded behind him.
Not one stepped forward when he turned toward them.
He wore a white satin sash.
His friends crowded behind him.
Across it, in enormous gold letters:
LAST NIGHT OF FREEDOM
A plastic crown sat crookedly on his head.
I’d seen that ridiculous package on the club’s website weeks earlier.
Sheldon had insisted on ordering it.
A plastic crown sat crookedly on his head.
“You’re going to look like a discount beauty queen,” I’d told him.
“That’s the point.”
He’d been delighted.
