Dani flitted about the room, topping up glasses, refilling hors d’oeuvres trays, chitchatting, making strategic introductions. She was in her element.
“Can we talk.” A familiar hand reached out of the crowd and tugged lightly at her elbow.
“What are you doing? This isn’t one of your cocktail parties.”
“I’m just making sure everyone’s enjoying themselves.”
“They’re not supposed to be enjoying themselves. And neither are you.”
“Oh, I see. Further evidence that your little sister is inappropriate, right?”
“That’s not what I meant.”
“What did you mean?”
“Your husband just died. Can’t you feel something?”