My husband burned my only decent dress, so I couldn’t attend his promotion party.

only a fixed spotlight on the grand entrance.

People were stirring. They whispered.

Something important was about to happen.

When the  doors opened, it wasn’t as dramatic as people expected.

It was controlled.

Measured.

The type of ticket that doesn’t ask to attract attention, because it already monopolizes it.

Security personnel were the first to act, clearing continue reading …