“May I sit?”

I pushed the other chair out with my foot.

She set a bottle of water in front of me, unopened, condensation beading on the plastic.

She didn’t sit right away.

She stood there smoothing her chain between two fingers.

“I’ve been trying to decide for two hours whether to come find you,” she said.

“You found me.”

“I know your wife from the hospital auxiliary luncheon three years ago.