Chapter Sixteen
“That’s not how you polish a glass or fold a napkin,” Suzanne said. Her hair was hanging long and loose, and she was in flats. “Come on, Alison. One, two, three. Easy, see?”
Alison took in the gymnasium, where red and white balloons hung on the wall alongside a big Congratulations, Sheriff! banner that had been colored by Eva. It had been missing the final f until Jenny grabbed a pen and filled it in. It was priceless.
Alison would’ve taken more enjoyment out of it if she hadn’t been wallowing.
“Come on,” Suzanne said. “I’m done half the napkins, but you’ve been working on the same one for the last ten minutes.”
Alison took in the rolls of paper towel Owen had dropped off. Their election night party was on a budget, so ripping off pieces and folding them into napkins w
