You can hear everything.

Evelyn put me on plating with a woman named Rosalba who has worked that pantry for nine years and who was told I was a temp from an agency and who, I am fairly sure, had worked out within an hour that I was not.

She never said a word about it.

At the end of the night she put her hand on my arm on the way out and said, “Que Dios te bendiga, mija,” and left.

Guests started at six.