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...