For a moment, both of us looked uncomfortable.
Then she approached.
“Marilyn.”
“Margaret.”
“I hope you’re well.”
“I’m managing.”
She nodded.
“I’ve been thinking about what I said at the reception.”
I waited.
“I know an apology doesn’t make it disappear.”
“No.”
She took a breath.
“I spoke to Lauren afterward.”
I looked at her.