She hooked her toe in his pants and slid it up.

Mickey jumped. Oliver didn’t. Shit. Wrong leg. Mickey gave her a reproachful look over her baby’s head.

“Sorry,” Juliet murmured. “I thought you were my husband.”

“That’s what they all say.”

Okay, so no foot sex or whatever that move was called. More wine was a good idea.

Caro and Ted seemed to be fighting in whispers. Gillian looked wretched. “My mom says you’re amazing at what you do, Gillian,” Juliet said. “How did you get started?”

“Oh, funny story,” Gillian said. “So, it was my mom and dad’s thirty-fifth anniversary, and I thought, why not throw them a big party? And I got the bug! I just love organizing.”

Juliet waited for the funny part, but apparently Gillian was done.

“That is funny. Ha. Ha ha.” Yes. She was a little drunk. Dad was looking at Gillian now. Maybe he was interested in her in his foggy, befuddled state. Like the woman he’d been kissing, Gillian had dark hair.

How many women wished their fathers were dead after seeing them cheating on their moms? CNN should do a poll.

A knock came on the kitchen door.

“Who could that be?” Barb asked, getting up to answer it.

“Elijah the prophet?” Oliver suggested. It was his go-to joke when someone interrupted dinner, and it always made her laugh. No one else got it, apparently, and her laugh sounded too loud in the vacuum.

“Can I help you?” Barb said. “Oh! Hello there!”

It was Janet, the woman from Gaylord whose brother had been down the hall from Dad. She’d been really nice, Juliet remembered, if fashion challenged. Her hair was in two long, gray braids, and she wore overalls over a flannel shirt. “Oh, shit,” she said. “You’re having a party. I’m so sorry. I was in the neighborhood. Thought I’d drop in.”

“No, no, come in. Please. Girls, do you remember Janet? How’s your brother, Janet? Have a seat. Would you like some wine?”

“No, thanks. I don’t drink. Hey, Juliet. Sadie. Everyone else.” Her eyes stopped on Dad’s face. “Hey, John. How’s it going, buddy?”

Dad’s mouth hung open for a second, then he burst into a big smile. “You!” he said. “You.”

There was a moment of silence.

“That’s right, Dad,” said Sadie, her voice breathless. “You know her!”

“You sure do,” Janet said, going closer. “How’s my old pal?”

Dad grabbed her hand and kissed it. Jesus. How nice for Mom. Had he slept with Janet while at Gaylord? Probably not, but still. Cheating asshole.

“You,” he repeated.