30s. She wore a dark coat and held a small wrapped box in both hands. She seemed nervous in a deeper way than everyone else, as if she had come for more than a party.
I walked over and said hello.
Linda introduced her as Hannah.
Something in Hannah’s smile made me think she had not yet decided whether she was about to cry.
Before I could ask anything else, Linda said softly, “It’s a long story. But she should be here.”
So I left it alone.
By 3:15,
