He winks down at me, then readjusts to greet the table of conformists and orderlies. “Good evening.” The only sound is silverware crashing to the floor. I’ve never felt such a tidal wave of happiness—not at any point in my life—not like this. “I did not receive my invitation to this soiree, so I thought I’d bless the host with my unannounced drop-in.” He wears a comfortable smirk, then shoots a side-glance to Meridei.
