“There,” he said. “Better.”
“Just make sure Georgia has a good night,” he said.
“I will, sir.”
“And if anything unexpected happens,” he added, “just stay calm.”
“Uh,” I said, “what kind of unexpected thing?”
“Oh,” Sheldon said. He waved his hand. “Nothing. Nothing at all.”
Right then, Georgia came down the stairs.
I saw her through the open front door. She wore a long dark green dress, with her dark curly hair pinned up. She looked a lot like the woman in the photograph on Sheldon’s desk. DiscoverDresses
Sheldon immediately started taking pictures.
“Okay! Okay! Out front! By the hydrangeas! Stand closer!”
“Closer! You’re not strangers!”
“Brent, give her the corsage!”
I’d bought a corsage at the grocery store that afternoon on my way home from work. It was a white rose with a little green ribbon. It cost twelve dollars. I’d agonized over it for twenty minutes in the floral section.
