Rafael lingered beneath a burned-out street lamp across the street from the party. His feet had brought him this far, but would neither allow him to move on, nor carry him back to a lonely apartment.

Partygoers spilled out of the bungalow. They overflowed the porch onto the front yard, corralled by an unpainted picket fence. They drank from plastic cups, and shouted over the pulse of music no one listened to.