“I’m just trying to get a sense of how big this is.”

Ethan turned around to face me.

The wind pushed his hair across his forehead.

“Look, you’ve got to quit hovering over her.”

“I’m not hovering,” I said.

“I’m asking my son a perfectly normal question about his own party.”

“Look, Vanessa’s under a huge amount of stress,” Ethan said.

“She wants this to be perfect.