The guests split roughly three ways.

Most of them — I would say fifty of the sixty-one — did the correct thing, which was nothing at all.

They sent one short message and then left me alone.

Two of the wives dropped food off at my house without knocking, which is the finest social technology human beings have ever developed and which nobody should ever tamper with.

Four people took the view that I had overreacted and that this could have been handled at home.

Three of those were Pamela’s relatives, which is entirely understandable.