“Tonight, the Club is having its annual Halloween celebration, which will, but in addition to the usual festivities, the board is set to cast a vote on new bylaws it wishes to adopt.”
“So, no costumes?” For the third time, I pulled open the bow tie. It was the only thing left to put on, and I couldn’t keep it from cutting off blood flow to my brain.
“No,” Nikki said, flatly. “In a kind of stereotypical counterculture, club members eschew costumes in favor of elegant attire.”
“They believe the traditional art of guising to be beneath them. They have no need, you see, to pretend to be someone they are not when their lives are so exceptional.”
I paused in my tying to look directly at her. “You’re not painting these people up to be admirable in anyway.”
“I thought you long ago had concluded that to be the case.”
She had a point.
“Help me with this, will ya? Feels like a noose every time I tie it on.”
“Hopefully, that will not be the case, tonight.”
Gee, that’s reassuring.