“I understand.”
Brittany immediately raised her voice again.
“I want the police waiting when we get there!”
Kelly turned to her.
“I’ll make a note of your request.”
Then she looked at me.
“Would you be willing to cooperate with the crew’s report?”
“Of course.”
Kelly left to speak with the other crew members.
I leaned back and stared at the ceiling.
I had wanted to teach Brittany a lesson.
Instead, I had created a problem that could have serious consequences for both of us.
Harold quietly handed me a napkin.
“Well,” he said, “I suppose the afternoon has become more interesting than either of us expected.”
I took the napkin.
“Yes, Harold. And I suspect the ending won’t be nearly as funny as the beginning.”
The Conversation Nobody Expected
For several minutes, Brittany sat rigidly in her seat.
She tried to separate the strands of her hair, but every movement seemed to spread the slime farther.
