Tina marveled at Emily's composure, her ability to put her own grief aside -- though this of all days should have been when she could express it -- and tend to those around her, to the friends and the distant family and the acquaintances who had come to take part in this spectacle. Tina liked large crowds, but only when she was anonymous within them. The shoppers at Rastro markets in Madrid, the tourists gathered on the lawn at the Eiffel Tower, the ever-shifting throngs in Times Square, New York City. These were the places she felt most comfortable, most able to slip out of the physical mold she'd been given and into the names and faces and lives of others.
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