The people who mattered to her were small cohorts of fierce tenderness—friends who could name your favorite childhood snack and enemies who were merely disagreements in motion. She measured loyalty not with grand declarations but with the tiny, sustained inconveniences people accept on your behalf. They were the ones who knew to bring an umbrella even when the forecast said sun; they were the ones who rang her at midnight to tell her a ridiculous story that had no bearing on anything except another person’s existence.