My parents had invited us to their gathering at noon.

I had decided not to go.

Not because I wanted them punished, but because I still needed some distance from the house where every celebration had once required me to predict Vanessa’s mood.

I told them warmly and clearly, a week in advance, that we’d see them another day.

Mom said she was disappointed.

I acknowledged that and did not change my plans.

At Frank’s house, Helen asked me to help arrange a bowl of pinecones and fresh greenery.