An extra ticket waits for somebody to complete the expected 30,000 people. Sis told her facebook, put an ad online, nothing.
I tell her to go wider, call long lost people. I can hear her thinking over the phone. She will.
Later, a message: “Done, the ticket goes to the best possible candidate”. Do I want to be told or prefer a surprise?
It only takes a second.
“Come on, Manja,” in mock disappointment.
And only she knows that no, I wasn’t cheating. Her gallant prom date didn’t inform me of her call.
She did say best possible.