These women don’t even know her, but they want to know about her deepest struggles
She is the twelfth person at a table made for ten.
Eliza had invited her to the wedding at the last minute. It was her youngest son. Oh, we invited her to the other kids’ weddings, let’s invite her now too, they must’ve said.
Sarah is seated with the other employees of the company she retired from almost five years ago. Mrs. Geller is there, looking a bit out of it. She doesn’t recognize anyone else.
She fiddles with her place card. What is she doing here?
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