When my heart sank into my chest, aching and heavy, I was mad at myself for believing I had a chance. And then I wondered if Celia was OK. Harry held my hand and squeezed it. I hoped John was squeezing Celia’s. I excused myself to the bathroom. Bonnie Lakeland was washing her hands as I came in. She gave me a smile, and then she left. And I was alone. I sat in a stall and closed the door. I let myself cry. “Evelyn?” You don’t spend years pining away for one voice not to notice it when it finally appears. “Celia?” I said. My back was to the stall door. I wiped my eyes. “I saw you come in here,” she said. “I thought it might be a sign that you weren’t .. . that you were upset.” “I’m trying to be happy for Ruby,” I said, laughing just a little bit as I used a piece of toilet paper to carefully dry my eyes. “But it’s not exactly my style.” “Mine either,” she said. I opened the door. And there she was. Blue dress, red hair, small stature with a presence that filled the whole room. And when her eyes set on me, I knew she still loved me. I could see it in the way her pupils widened and softened. “You are as gorgeous as ever,” she said as she leaned against the sink, her arms holding her weight behind her. There was always something intoxicating about the way Celia looked at me. I felt like a rare steak in front of a tiger. “You're not so bad yourself,” I said. “We probably shouldn’t be caught in here together,” Celia said. “Why not?” I asked. “Because I suspect more than a few people seated in there know what we once got up to,” she said. “I know you’d hate for them to think we were up to it again.” This was a test.