"What kind of sick joke is this?"
I blinked.
"Is something wrong?"
He stared at them.
He waved the napkins.
"Somebody put these in my socks!"
The teenager made another strangled noise.
I tilted my head.
"Oh. I wondered when you'd collect those."
"Somebody put these in my socks!"
His mouth fell open.
Then he thrust the first napkin toward me.
"Did you write this?"
I looked at it.
The message was perfectly legible.
LEFT SOCK: PUBLIC NUISANCE.
The message was perfectly legible.
He shook the second napkin.
RIGHT SOCK: FINAL WARNING.
The teenage girl bent forward, laughing silently into her sleeve.
Captain Compost pointed at me.
"You touched my socks!"
Captain Compost pointed at me.
I set down my water.
"Yes."
He looked startled that I'd admitted it.
"After you hung them over my head a second time," I added.
