The stroller tire squeaked with every turn and the sun screaming overhead only deepened Holly’s headache. They hadn’t even made it to the baboon sanctuary yet, and Sybil seemed more interested in sobbing than looking at the animals.
“Sybil, please, remember how we were so excited to see the parakeets? Then the baboons! We talked about it all week.”
Sybil continued screeching louder than any of the birds in the aviary.
A couple next to them, with children more interested in their devices than what their parents were pointing at, sent a glare towards Sybil. Holly clenched her jaw; they were at the zoo for godsakes, not the movie theater.
Holly made the decision to roll her squeaky stroller right by them on their way to the baboons. If Sybil wouldn’t quiet, at least she’d be useful.