“She’s being dramatic,” she announced to the room, with a little laugh.

“Am I?” I reached into my handbag and set my phone, face down, on the table beside me.

I did not turn it on.

I did not need to yet.

I only needed them all to see it there, and to wonder.

My father stood.

“This is neither the time nor the place, Kristen.”

“It became the place,” I said, “when Jessica took my clothes off in front of two hundred people.” He stared at me.