Claire
Mark called me on a Sunday afternoon, which surprised me a little, since our calls usually happened around holidays or the occasional anniversary of something neither of us made a big deal out of anymore.
"Claire. Do you have a minute?"
"Of course. What's going on?" I was elbow-deep in the garden when he called, and I sat back on my heels, wiping dirt off my hands onto my jeans, genuinely pleased to hear from him outside our usual pattern.
"The institute is hosting our annual fundraising gala next month. It's a bigger event than usual this year, since we're highlighting the pediatric wing renovation to donors." A brief pause. "I wanted to personally invite you. You've always supported the hospital's work, even back when it was barely off the ground, and it would mean a great dea
