This fact was no doubt obvious to my close friends, but they sat with me and held my hand and passed me Kleenex and let me dab at my eyes like a tragic young widow, saying there, there and promising to get me drunk after it was all over.
Jason was there, standing with Bianca and looking dazed. He was in uniform, as was every flight attendant there besides me, and as we were filing out of the synagogue, he pulled me aside.