An uncle muttered, “Oh, boy.”
Gladys finally picked up her phone, and the color drained from her face.
The first comment at the top of the livestream was from Denise, “Gladys, did you really just say that to Ivy?”
More comments followed so fast they pushed each other off the screen.
My phone chimed from the bookshelf.
Again.
And again.
Nobody even looked at the television anymore.
Gladys slowly turned toward me.
“You left the livestream on.”
Her voice had lost every ounce of confidence.
I folded my arms.
“You were the one who asked me to stream the gathering.”
“I meant the game.”
“I streamed the gathering.”
She looked around the room as though someone might rescue her.
Nobody did.
She took a step toward my phone.
“You need to end it.”
