Once Lyle and his family of monsters found their seats, Nora gave a quick speech and the meal was served. Lively chatter floated up from the tables, and the photographer had everyone hamming it up as their characters. Even Nora nearly smiled when he asked her to yell “Off with their heads!” for the camera.
Amidst the revelry, I saw a guy in sweats trying to get through the front door. He held what were clearly McDonald’s bags! I went over to help Milly, the volunteer who was on door duty.
“What’s up, Milly?” I asked.
“This gentleman claims to be some kind of ‘dasher’? And says someone from this address ordered McDonald’s to be delivered?” she said, as though the words didn’t quite make sense. Milly doesn’t have a smart phone. She prefers to use the library’s public computers to check he
