“Look, what’s going on here?” Ethan said.

He reached out to touch my shoulder, but Vanessa was next to us before he could help me up.

She loomed over us on the lawn, smoothing her perfectly flat blue silk skirt.

“Ethan, she’s just some crazy woman off the street, right?” Vanessa said.

She pointed the brass nozzle of the hose away from us.

“She was trying to break into the caterers’ tent, and she attacked me, right?”

I looked up at my son.