the card back to Edward without saying anything.
Then she turned around and walked away. Not out of the tent. Just to her mother’s table. She sat down and picked up a glass of water and didn’t look at Max.
Max stood there alone in front of the mirror.
I picked up June.
She’d been very quiet through all of this, which is unusual for June. She put her head on my shoulder.
“Mommy,” she whispered. “Why is Daddy all red?”
“He’s just feeling some big feelings, baby.”
“Like when I’m mad?”
“Kind of like that.”
June thought about that. Then she lifted her head and looked at Max across the tent.
“Daddy,” she said in her loud three-year-old voice. “You should take some deep breaths.”
Somebody choked on their champagne.
We didn’t leave right away. I want to be clear about that. We didn’t storm out. We didn’t make
