when she finally arrived at the house, it was past midnight. she found him in the dining room, talking to a lady in her fifties. she hung out of his line of view and waited. waited some more. waited another thirty seconds, then decided to slip closer and see if she could divert his attention. as she drew near, she got a better look at his companion. even from the back, the lady screamed upper-class, with perfect posture and a designer suit. her posture and gestures showed the confidence of a woman who's found her place in life and settled happily into it. but when she circled around enough to see the face, it told a different story. lines were deep enough to add another decade to her age estimation. eyes so red and dry, as if fighting to maintain composure.