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the first row into saving us a couple of seats,” she said. “How will I know which seats are ours?” I asked. “That’s easy,” she replied. “The room is packed. There are only two front row seats left.” “How will the lady know it’s me?” I asked. “I described you to her, so it will be fine,” Donna’s text said. When I arrived, I looked through the door, and, indeed, found a packed room. I stood in the back and could only see two seats right on the front row. I made my way up there, trying not to draw attention to myself. When I sat down, the lady leaned over and whispered to me. “I’m sorry, but these seats are reserved for someone else.” Embarrassed, I looked for other seats at the front, but couldn’t see any. So, with everyone staring at me, I made my way to the back again. Between sessions, Donna found me. She led me up to the same seats I had left. She introduced me to the lady that had told me the seats were reserved, and then Donna went to take her place at the piano. The lady whispered an apology. When the meetings ended, Donna and I were finally able to talk. “By the way,” I asked, “how did 31