That made me feel slightly better.
Only slightly.
I noticed something.
The photographer arranged us beneath a balloon arch. “Couples, stand together!”
Georgia moved beside me. “Put your arm around me,” she whispered.
I hesitated. “Another test?”
She rolled her eyes. “Brent, it’s a picture.”
“Right. Sorry.”
“Another test?”
The photographer raised his camera. “Smile!”
My phone buzzed a few seconds later.
It was a text from Sheldon.
“Everything going smoothly?”
I showed Georgia.
She grinned. “Tell him I’m being difficult.”
It was a text from Sheldon.
I typed, “Georgia has requested a chair facing northwest. Negotiations are ongoing.”
Sheldon replied immediately. “Interesting. How are you handling it?”
I stared at the response.
Georgia peeked over and started laughing.
I typed, “I’ve offered her a north-facing chair and a complimentary napkin.”
I stared at the response.
Three dots appeared.
Then:
“Good thinking.”
