At the other end of the stage, the now clearly drunk Lee Collins had folded and glued pieces of colorful paper together and was furiously tipping pots of glitter onto them in the hopes of…well, Gregory had no idea what he was hoping to achieve. It looked as though a drag queen had exfoliated over the table.
Chad Hadley stopped chatting to the town hall clerk long enough to make an announcement. “We’re into the last thirty seconds, folks!”
John pawed through the chest of Lego blocks with more and more desperation. He flung out unwanted pieces and searched around his desk and on the floor by his feet. He caught Gregory’s eye and slumped back in his chair. He held up his toy. A red pickup truck, crude, but recognizable. Unfortunately, it had only two wheels. John’s chin sank into his chest.
