“On behalf of the Queen’s Cove town council—” Emmett gagged. “—I would like to present Miri’s Turtle Heaven with a grant of twenty thousand dollars.”
“Quick,” Miri said in my ear. “Now.”
I shoved the turtle into Emmett’s hands and his face morphed into an expression of horror. Don readied his camera, Miri stepped up to Emmett’s side and smiled, and on Emmett’s other side, Carter began to twerk against him. Don snapped the picture and gave us the thumb’s up while the crowd cheered.
“Stop that,” Emmett barked at Carter before practically tossing the turtle back to Miri. “Miri will be leading tours of the new facility all afternoon,” he said into the microphone. “Congratulations, Miri. I need to leave now before I throw up.”
Miri gazed into the eyes of her turtle with an adoring smile. “O
