At one o’clock I walked into the Main Street Diner and slid into the corner booth by the front window.

The room smelled of fried onions and hot coffee, and four booths away Gwen sat with three women from the reunion committee.

A tidy pile of blue card stock invitations lay next to Gwen’s elbow beside a glass of iced tea.

Every invitation had a silver ribbon looped through the upper left corner and fastened with a little safety clasp.

I watched Gwen pass an envelope to a young woman across from her, who right away took out a blue badge and pinned it to the collar of her sweater.