“You called me stupid!”
“That’s all you can say? I say we’re in a book called Sheldon, and that’s all you can say? I mean really, Sheldon.”
“People have feelings, Charlotte. You can’t just go around calling someone stupid.”
“Technically speaking, you’re not people.”
“Oh, we’re being technical now, are we? Suddenly you’re a stickler for the rules. And what do you call what you just did?”
“Um, breaking the fourth wall?”
That stopped him short. “Yes, I guess that is what you call it. But you can see why I’d be upset here, don’t you?”
“Not really,” Charlotte shook her head. “I mean, why should you care if I bend a few literary conventions? Is it any skin off your nose?” She peered at him more closely. “Do ghosts even have skin?”
“You are so missing the point.”
“And what is the point?”
“It was my big moment. Cold wind, black clouds covering the full moon, little sparkly swirly things in the air, everything building to the big reveal. I was nailing it, completely nailing it. I mean, when have you ever seen a better ghost appearance?”
“The librarian in Ghostbusters?”
Sheldon snorted. “That was a comedy. Totally doesn’t count. Anyway, here I was, firing on all cylinders, and you just let the air out of the balloon.”
“That was a mixed metaphor.”
“Whatever. My point stands. It was my scene, and you made it all about you.”
“My my,” Charlotte said, shaking her head in wonder, “you really do have feelings, don’t you?”