The matter of the MacArthur Genius Grant was temporarily settled.
The award ceremony was still a month away.
Adam was looking forward to seeing Sheldon's reaction on the spot.
Maybe Adam could coax him into having a drink before going onstage.
That would definitely be very entertaining.
Unfortunately, Sheldon was only twenty and had not yet reached the legal drinking age of twenty-one.
In private, it would be one thing. But at a public event like an awards ceremony, drinking was out of the question.
Naturally, Adam could not openly coax him into drinking.
Otherwise, Sheldon might publicly give everyone a lesson on where Uranus was.
After all, he ought to be the most qualified expert on the subject.
Still, Adam wondered whether Sheldon would even dare to go.
Because it was Chicago.
It was famous worldwide for three things: the Chicago Typewriter, the Chicago Police Department—CPD—and Shameless.
Those three could really be counted as one, since they all represented chaos and danger.
CPD, NYPD—the New York Police Department—and LAPD—the Los Angeles Police Department—were known as the three great police departments of American TV Show World. All of them were notorious.
But think about it: what kind of place made its police department so famous?
The moment someone mentioned the abbreviation, everyone knew.
That's right!
Only a city of sin could do that.
Gotham City from the DC Universe knew the feeling all too well.
Beep.
Beep.
Just as Adam was putting aside the thought of continuing to tease Sheldon and deeply discussing the mysteries of the binary source numbers within the Matrix with Paige, the pager on the bedside table went off.
The Chief of Surgery was summoning him.
"I have to go."
Adam glanced at it, kissed Paige, then rolled over and got up to dress.
Paige did