The silence on that line was one of the great silences of my life.

“I’m going to say something,” Evelyn said, “and then I’m going to say something worse.

The something is: I’m sorry, and that woman is a—” She used a word.

“The something worse is that the count changed yesterday.”

“Changed how?”

“She called at four fifteen yesterday afternoon and added two.

Thirty-two to thirty-four.”

“Two extra seats.”