“I wondered if I would remember this feeling after Catherine. The feeling of seeing a friend – someone I knew and who knew me, too, someone who cared about me – walking in through a door or waving from across a hall or bending to whisper in another friend’s ear. Of being inside, so inside, such an intimacy, and at the same time seeing it from outside. A feeling of being seen, beautiful and young, seated at a mythic table.”
