Bea looked almost manic, her eyes darting and wild. “Well, my goodness! Leo!”

“This was accidental, us running into him now.” Joey gave her mother a meaningful look meant to convey, We’re obviously not planning some showdown here.

“You’re Leo!” Lily rose. “I’ve heard so much about you! Dad told me you were one of my first words. Eo!”

Leo smiled. “I was honored for that.”

Leo hugged Lily, and when they stepped apart, Joey watched their faces arrange in the same smile—lips pressed together but a sheen to their eyes.

“No one ever talks about Corfu. You don’t know how lucky you guys were. I’ve basically only ever gone to Vermont or on press trips.”

“Lucky,” repeated Joey, her heart yammering.

“Corfu.” G shook her head. “I never understood why you vacationed on that miserable island.”

“I mean, like, I’ve Googled it so many times,” said Lily. “There’s this place, I forget what it’s called. It’s this rock thing you swim under with the person you love. One day, I want to do a shoot for my magazine there. It’s my dream.”

Leo’s eyes met Joey’s. “Sidari.”

“Yes! I have to go there.”

Bea’s face turned the gray of her wrap dress. “So Leo, when did you get in?”

“Last week.”

“And have you met Grant?”

“Not yet. But we’re doing dinner Tuesday, right, Jonesey?”

Joey nodded. Under the table, Siya pinched Joey’s thigh, or tried to, but ripped jeans were made thick back in the early aughts.

“Jonesey.” Bea slapped on an overwrought smile. “This is feeling like the Twilight Zone.”

“Leo.” Lily put a hand on his shoulder. “You have to come by this week. I have so many questions about Corfu. I want to hear all the stories.”

“I can tell you the stories, darling,” said Bea.

Lily ignored her. “So will you, Leo?”

“Leo’s pretty busy, Lil,” said Joey, and relief shone on her mother’s face. “He’s not just here for the wedding. He’s also here to buy a yacht.”

“A yacht,” said Bea. “So you’re a—”

“Captain.” Leo shoved his hands in his jeans. “I have a little charter business. I’m small potatoes next to a lot of the outfits, but I enjoy it. It’s a nice life.”

“You’re a captain on yachts?” said Lily. “That’s so cool. Could I maybe—”

“Lil, Leo’s yachts are his job,” said Joey. “They’re not for photo shoots.”

“What I was going to say,” said a frosty Lily, “was I want to hear about it. We have practically no family, you know, Leo. Most of them died in the Holocaust. Dad always says the Winns were like family.”

“We’ll make something happen,” said Leo. “I promise you that.”