Norman
Evelyn’s voice came from beside me, casual and light. “Daisy’s here.”
“Yeah,” I said. “I saw her.”
She tilted her head slightly and looked up at me. “You don’t want to go greet her or something?”
I turned to look across the room. Daisy had fallen into conversation with a small group near the far end of the floor— a state commissioner I recognized and two people I didn’t. She was smiling at something one of them had said, a wine glass held loosely in one hand, completely at ease. The black gown catching the light every time she shifted. She looked like she belonged in every room she’d ever walked into and had never once doubted it.
The group gradually broke apart the way gala conversations always did, drifting in different directions until she was standing alone, still drinking
