She was leaning against a wall,
holding a drink in a red plastic cup
gingerly, with only the fingertips of both hands,
as if it held something valuable
the way people hold
fragile plates or
baby chicks
She was listening intently to someone else's story
oblivious to the rest of the room,
not paying attention to the three or four strands of hair,
fallen
across her face.
Someone needed to brush them aside.
Someone