Evelyn
Finally, the day that I would make a public show out of Charlie and his company.
"You are doing that thing again," Julian said from across the breakfast table.
I looked up. "What thing."
"The thing where you stare at nothing and your jaw goes tight," he replied, reaching across and pushing my coffee cup closer to me, "drink that and breathe, we have been preparing for this for months, there is nothing left to worry about."
"I am not worried," I told him.
He looked at me with the particular patience of a man who had learned exactly when to push and when to wait.
"I am not," I repeated, wrapping both hands around the cup, "I am simply going over everything in my head one more time."
"You have gone over everything in your head approximately forty seven times since Monday," he r
