She complained that the punch wasn’t cold enough.
Then she requested a chair facing exactly northwest.
I finally said, “Georgia, I can offer north or west. The budget doesn’t cover both.”
She complained that the punch wasn’t cold enough.
Madison laughed so hard she nearly dropped her cupcake!
For the first time all evening, I relaxed.
Then, a woman approached our table. “Brent?”
I stood. “Yes?”
“I’m Evelyn. Georgia’s aunt. I’m one of the chaperones.”
I relaxed.
She shook my hand. “So you’re the young man Sheldon keeps talking about.”
I glanced at Georgia. “Hopefully, nothing terrible.”
Evelyn smiled. “He says you’re excellent under pressure.”
I frowned. “Does everyone in your family discuss my job performance?”
Georgia covered her face. “Aunt Evelyn!”
“Hopefully, nothing terrible.”
Evelyn laughed and walked away.
But I couldn’t stop thinking about what she’d said.
***
Later, Georgia and I stepped outside for some air.
