“I guess I’ll keep you, then.” Midge smiles up at him, then rests her forehead against his. “Thank you for coming tonight.”

The guests start to make their way out one by one until just Midge and Alfred are left. She sits on the couch, exhausted, but tugs in his hand so that he’ll sit next to her.

“Parties are fun, but can be exhausting,” she says. “To be honest, I’m glad to have you all to myself again.”