“And Marti, that’s Marti…with an i,” the girl chimed in.
Les looked at the boy. The lad apparently was unimpressed that he was in the presence of a star, and just shrugged his shoulders. With some difficulty, as he was using a crayon and writing on a flimsy strip of paper, Les wrote what was requested.
He did his best to be gracious, in spite of the stress he was feeling, and asked if they would mind removing their grocery cart from the fender of his convertible.
The mom sharply yelled to the boy, as if he’d been the one to allow the cart to crash into the vehicle. “Henry! Take the cart away from Mr. Bannister’s car right now! Right now, I said!”
Les thanked her and began to pull away. Tessa and Marti stood and waved, Tessa clutching the autographed cash register receipt to her breast.
Unless I do something to fix this mess, that may be the last ‘graph signing I have,he thought ruefully as he watched the family shrink from sight in the rearview mirror.