“Brandon works very hard.

So it is entirely up to you to make everything run smoothly.”

I smiled back at her.

And here is the strange thing: the smile was real.

Because standing on that porch, being handed the whole impossible weight of it one more time — the reputation, the thirty guests, the two hundred dollars, the it’s up to you — I felt that spreading calm again, deeper now, almost like peace.

She thought she was tightening the screw.