Elaine pointed to the last empty chair near the center.
“Maggie, sweetheart, sit here.”
I shook my head immediately.
“No, someone else should have it.”
I stepped backward.
“No, someone else should have it.”
My heel bumped the cooler.
“Sorry, I don’t want to mess up the picture,” I added.
Daniel looked at me.
Then at the chair.
Something quiet settled over his face.
Daniel looked at me.
He reached for the chair and slid it toward me.
The metal legs scraped across the patio.
Everyone heard.
Elaine lowered the camera.
Daniel’s voice was gentle.
“Why is everyone else’s comfort automatically more important than yours?”
I stared at him.
Daniel’s voice was gentle.
There was no answer in me.
Only the terrible awareness that people were watching again.
Daniel didn’t look at Ryan.
He looked at me.
“Can I tell you something I’ve noticed today?” Daniel asked.
A hot, sharp sting anchored itself right at the base of my tongue.
I nodded.
There was no answer in me.
