Not everyone had known Arthur well.

That was all right.

We set photographs on the table and let people tell small stories.

By the end of the afternoon, Maya had filled a notebook with names and phone numbers.

After the last guest left, I found a note in Arthur’s journal that I hadn’t seen before.

If Julian ever feels obligated to defend me, I hope someone tells him he doesn’t have to.

I laughed once, unexpectedly.