Fractions of a second chased the seconds, minutes bled into hours, but the only thing that didn't come was our tank's turn on stage.
As one caravan of aunties departs, another docks at the port; there's no end to Elenora's suitors. I gave up on being tense. After a while, it just felt like I was trapped in a comedy show that wasn't actually funny.
"Our final soloist before the choir performance, Sukrucuk!"
Suddenly, the lights cut out. Since nothing like this had happened before, a gasp of surprise swept through the audience.
"Look at the outfit I picked for Sukrucuk."
Toraman is giggling. This whole stage show must be his doing. Leaving our side slowly, the oversized teen is in high spirits, walking with deliberate steps toward the main doors.
Nobody noticed, but Elenora had also gotten up from her seat and slipped backstage. The critical moments are about to go down.
