The usher pointed to the very last row in the auditorium, under the balcony overhang.

Richard crossed his arms and rocked back on his heels.

“There must be some mistake,” Richard said.

“We’re the parents of the top graduate.”

“General admission only,” the usher said.

“The front rows are reserved by the academy adjutant.”

Richard scoffed and walked to the back row.

Linda followed him, smoothing the front of her skirt.