Saul came to her rescue and took her other arm, an act to which she gave a patronizing nod. Her felicitousness quickly turned to ire, though, when Saul steered her away from the main seating area and led her to an empty row at the side of the building near the back. At a loss for what to do but follow his wife and her new escort, Mr. Davenport trailed behind.
As Saul came to join me at our seats in the front of the building, I gave him a thumbs up down by my knee. He squeezed my thumb as he sat down. I looked up at him and then over at Dad and Lucille on my other side. These people, my people, were good people. They were here because they believed in showing their appreciation for a young woman who had died too young, and they were here to support me.
I stared at the large photograph of
