“You can’t just — Marisela, you can’t walk out in the middle of the party.

People are here.”

She looked at him, and she kept her voice very low, so that it was only for the two of them, though she no longer much cared who heard.

“Your mother set a dog collar beside our daughter in front of sixty people, Dane.

And you stood there and looked at your shoes.”

“It was a tasteless joke.