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Rich and I stopped at several water fountains and slowly rehydrated ourselves, and our unofficial truce held as we finished a circuit of the walking path.

The rest of the morning was fairly low-key, and after lunch we played a game of touch football. It was a tradition, and everyone but Anne played, even the little kids. Harold and Danny were the quarterbacks, and the rest of us played with varying degrees of seriousness. The Carmichael men?

Competitive to the core. The women in the family? Mostly there to have fun with the kids.

Dinner was a less-formal repeat of Thanksgiving, with plenty of food and wide-ranging conversation. I learned that Marianne’s father was on the Board of Trustees at the Baltimore Museum of Art. Terry surprised us both when he said that his mother was a working artist in Santa Fe. The three of us and Christy had a surprisingly interesting conversation about everything from Matisse and Cézanne to Southwestern arts and crafts.

The playing cards came out after dinner, and I almost won the first game of Florida.

Harry edged me out by two lousy points. I did middling-well in the second game, much to Harold’s disgust. He was sitting on my left, and I never discarded anything he could use. His draws weren’t any better, and he came in dead last.

“Well,” he said after Jim read out the scores, “I know when to quit while I’m not so far ahead. Gentlemen, let’s take our drinks and retire to the living room.”

The women were chatting there with drinks of their own. Jim gathered Lynne with a gesture, and they sat at the piano together.

He played softly, while she leaned with her back against his shoulder and sipped her wine in quiet contentment. Everyone was in a relaxed mood, even Rich, who joined Sabrina on the floor to look through fashion magazines with the older girls.

I was feeling a little woozy from drinking too much whiskey too quickly,

and also a little overwhelmed by the perfect people around me.

“You wanna go for a walk?” I asked Christy quietly.

She was sitting on the arm of my chair with her drink balanced on her knee. She immediately sensed that something was wrong.

“Um… sure. Let me get a sweater.”

I set my glass aside and stood a bit unsteadily.

“I think we’re gonna go for a walk,” I told Danny, who was talking with Marianne on the couch next to me.

“To the beach?” he asked. “You want company?”

“Are you okay?” she asked.

“No and yes. In that order. I think we’re just gonna walk around the block.