Alexander's POVMaggie's foundation lunch was Tuesday.I hadn't attended one of her events in three years. Not because I didn't respect what she did with the foundation, she'd built it from a small charitable trust into something that funded education programs across five boroughs, but because her events required a version of me I found difficult to sustain. Warm. Accessible. Present in a way that board meetings didn't demand.Emma had suggested it. So I went.The venue was a townhouse in the Upper East Side that Maggie had used for foundation events for twenty years. Forty guests, board members, donors, a few city officials, and people Maggie described as community anchors, teachers, social workers, a woman who ran a food bank in the Bronx that the foundation had supported for a decade.Emma wore something simple and dark green and moved through the room like she'd been doing it her whole life. Not performing. Just present. She remembered names after hearing them once, asked follow-u
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