Henry takes a big swig of his beer and shakes his head at his little sister. “It was disgusting, but she still felt awful after,” he says.

“Where did you run to?” asks Tess.

“I walked out to the beach to replace what she’d thrown out.”

Kate wipes the ring on the table that Josh’s beer’s left. “You scared the shit out of Mom.”

“I was fine; I didn’t go that far.”

Martin leans forward. “The beach was three miles from the house. I’d never seen her that angry.”

“I’d seen her that angry,” Kate says.

“She was so glad and grateful that you were okay.”

“Henry got away with everything,” Kate says.

“Still does,” says Alice.

“We were kids. Not my fault you all never grasped the art of subtlety.”

“You mean selfishness?” Kate says.

“I mean she let me off the hook more often because I didn’t need as much from her.”

“She was still paying your car insurance when you were thirty,” Martin says.

“I mean emotionally. I didn’t feel the need to call her every day.”

“She liked that I called her every day,” says Kate.

“I didn’t make her responsible for my daily mental health.”

Alice grabs his arm. “Enough, Henry.”

“You scared the shit out of her on a near daily basis for most of your adult life,” Kate says. “Out in the middle of nowhere doing fuck-all with your brilliant brain. With your history of depression.”

“Who are we talking about now?”

“I showered,” Kate says. “I had jobs.”

“What exactly do you think jobs are proof of? Because I wasn’t making money, I was worthless and lost?”

“She worried about you.”

“She worried about us all.”

Kate deals the cards, and Henry stares intently, craning his neck toward the backyard-facing window.

“Are you cheating?” Josh says.

“You’re kidding, right?” says Henry.

“Never mind,” Josh says, and gets up and leaves the table.

Alice passes Tess and Kate the last two cookies, and Josh comes back from the kitchen, where he’s found another beer. Kate takes it from him once he sits down, takes a sip.

“Should we talk about the house now?” Tess says, phone in hand. “The realtor who did the rental for us said getting it on the market should go pretty seamlessly.”

Alice undoes and folds the cookie box, and Martin moves from the floor to the one remaining chair. He takes the phone from Tess.

“We wanted to talk about that,” Kate says. Josh takes his beer back, moves closer to her.

“We need to get some photos of the property,” says Tess.

“We thought we might live in the house a while first,” Kate says. “We thought . . . we wanted to ask you guys if . . .”

“You don’t live in Florida,” Tess says.

“We’d move there,” Kate says. “The schools are really good in the area and . . .”

“How long’s ‘a while’?” Martin says.