I'm at a funeral where I expect to see Evan but he is not there. His wife, however, is and the wake is going to be at their home so I decide to go to the wake. When I arrive, I socialize a bit. Someone suggests that I try the wings but I explain that I don't like spicy foods. They insist that the wings are not "too hot" and that I try a very small piece. I walk away, leaving the kitchen area. I enter a bedroom where I see Evan sitting on the floor talking on the telephone. He looks happy to see me and even a little surprised that I look so good. I whisper "goodbye" and wiggle my fingers in a wave. He signals to me to wait a while, that he will be off the phone shortly, but I turn to leave anyway. I am stopped on my way out the door by someone who wants to comment on how great I look in my red slacks and black silk blouse. I thank the person and leave without talking to Evan at all.