Lunch lasts for nearly three hours. Slowly, Joy’s anxiety recedes, inch by inch until she’s able to relax enough to have a good time. Fox smiles often. Summer’s infectious drunken giggles charm everyone. And Malcolm, oh Malcolm, he seems so happy. As far as anyone knows they’re just four friends having a great time together.

As they’re descending the stairs on their way out, Summer says, “We should skip the museum. It looks boring.” Her face flushes as another drunken hiccup bursts through.

Joy is already sitting in the golf cart and in the middle of situating her purse when she hears, “I’m riding with Joy. You go in that one. With Malcolm. Over there.” She looks up in time to see Summer gently pushing Fox away before plopping down on the seat.

“Hi,” Summer says.

“Hallo.”

“I made an executive decision.”

“I see. Malcolm really loves those, by the way.”

Summer shrugs. “That was a total boss bitch move earlier. I’m going to be more like you.”

“Oh, you don’t want to do that.” Joy’s sarcasm will hit a fever pitch any second now.

“They need to spend some time together. Haven’t you noticed they’ve barely said anything to each other all weekend? I’m sick of it.”

Drunk Summer apparently doesn’t fuck around. Joy gives her an appraising look. “Is that something you do often? You know, meddle. Interfere. Set people up and push them together?”

Summer’s innocent, wide-eyed look doesn’t quite work as well after drinking the equivalent of two bottles of wine. “What?”

“Uh-huh.”

The golf cart lurches forward as Miguel begins the second tour. It doesn’t take long to reach the first patch of incline. The golf cart struggles at first, their pace noticeably slowing down. The entirety of the “tour” is once again looking at an incredible amount of vineyard rows, this time curved against a landscape of endless rolling hills. The next turn is sharp, but Miguel takes it slow, and the road that follows travels along a steep drop-off.

Summer glances over the side. “Oh yikes.” She grabs hold of the safety bar.

“So,” Joy says, “tell me your life story.”

“The whole thing?”

“The CliffsNotes version is fine.”

Summer gasps, eyes going wide. “Oh my god, Joy! You used a pun on me!”

“And you seem very excited about it.”

“Because you only joke around with Fox and Malcolm.” Summer starts crying—actual tears streaming down her face. “I felt so left out.”

“If I knew I had such an eager audience for my bad jokes, I would have told them to you too.” Joy gapes at her, unsure what to do. She really went from zero to waterworks in .02 seconds flat. “Summer, that wasn’t personal at all. I promise.”