Chapter Seventeen
Sheryl looked out the limousine window and sighed for the fifth time in as many minutes. Typically, her mother was having a whale of a time spread out on the plush seats with a smirk that needed slapping, while Sheryl sat hunched under Harry’s coat. She cursed herself for expecting the impossible; that nothing would go wrong; what a fool she was.
Sheryl had allowed herself to enjoy every moment of the evening. She had shared in the passion and drama of it all, until the gods of fate, Karma, call it what you will had got the final laugh.
‘It’s not that bad!’ said Beatrice, with little feeling. ‘Look at Rodger, he’s putting on a brave face.’
Rodger said nothing; he was still in his panda suit with the panda head on his lap, and his precious bugle hat inside it. He looke
