And Rosa.

She came in a navy coat and sat in the third row and afterward she stood beside me at the reception holding a paper cup of coffee.

“Rosa. Why did you come?”

She thought about it properly, the way she does.

“Because I know what it is to be the only one who shows up,” she said. “And because he was her son, and she would have come, and she is not able to.”

Brittany didn’t come. I sent the notice and heard nothing and have decided that’s fine.