The thing about working through the night with four people is that everyone's personality gets louder by hour three.
Priya by midnight was on her fourth coffee and had the focused intensity of a surgeon mid-operation — do not speak, do not move things, do not breathe near the legal pad.
Marcus by one AM had eaten everything in the building including something from the back of a cupboard that Damien identified as a protein bar from an unspecified previous year. Marcus ate it without making eye contact with anyone.
Thomas — who arrived with food from my mother and decided to stay — was asleep in the corner chair by eleven-thirty with the total commitment of a man who had decided his contribution was complete.
Damien and I were at the desk.
Four hours of cataloguing Margaret's documentat
