the returnee — after some while’s absence — ducked back into ten23, relieved to see the familiar surroundings, and hopefully people ( though you never knew, truly, who came and left; sometimes they’d be gone without a goodbye, and you’d be left pondering whether to text their number to see what happened ) here. “i was kind of hoping there’d be a party,” cecilia joked, facetious smile on her face, “or cookies, or at least a hug?”















