They didn’t hug. Not yet. But Elena followed her to the dessert table, and they shared a piece of chocolate cake, standing side by side, while the DJ played on.
“Sophie—”
After the service, during the reception, while everyone was eating miniature quiches and dancing to the Hora, Sophie walked over to the back row. Elena was still sitting there, alone, holding a crumpled napkin. -No estas invitada a mi bat Mitzvah-
No, Sophie typed. Then deleted it. Then typed: I don’t know. They didn’t hug