The audience applauded the speaker.
I applauded too.
I turned toward the young woman in a seat like my former one.
“Come on,” I whispered. “Move closer. You should be able to see.”
She smiled, shifting her chair forward.
I did likewise.
My Husband Fired Me in Front of 400 Guests Beneath the Grand Meridian’s Crystal Chandeliers, While His Mistress Sat Near the Stage and Slowly Applauded.
