If I’d been rooted to the spot before, now I was practically cemented there, like some sort of decorative garden gnome stuck in the middle of a very strange, very public, reality show. My brain was working overtime, trying to process what was happening in front of me, but the words just wouldn’t come. It was as though my thoughts were all tangled up in a giant ball of yarn, and I couldn’t find the end to start unraveling the mess. Meanwhile, Dolores and Genevieve were carrying on their ...