packet.
“Hey,” she said, bright, almost breathless. “Were you in meetings all day?”
“Most of it.”
“I’ve been going insane over seating charts.”
“I can imagine.”
She laughed. Thin little laugh.
“I swear weddings make people act feral.”
Interesting.
I waited.
She kept talking anyway, filling space the way guilty people do when they’re hoping you won’t inspect continue reading …