She did not approach me.

She looked at me twice across a courtyard and both times she looked away first.

She talked to nobody except her husband and one confused cousin of Manny’s who did not know who she was and who spent about six minutes telling her about a trip to Portugal.

And at about a quarter to four, in the corridor at the side of the building, she met her youngest daughter for the first time.

I did not see the beginning of it.