Monday at work passed fairly smoothly, at least for a Monday. Whenever I ran into Tamara or Tony, there were warm smiles shared as we thought about Friday evening. Towards the end of the day, Tony stopped by my office with his phone in his hand. “Just got a text from Lydia,” he started. “She’s stopping by your house because she felt bad Ron missed out on the festivities.” I glanced at the clock, noting I was done in less...