him look like a hippie. We all laughed as we looked at one another, but I was surprised to see just how realistic they managed to be. And when I put on the coordinating pair of sunglasses, I felt a little freer. “If you got the wigs and Celia made the sangria, what did Evelyn do?” Harry asked as he took Connor off his back and put her on the blanket. I grabbed her and helped her sit up. “Good question,” John said, smiling. “You’d have to ask her.” “Oh, I helped,” I said. “Actually, yeah, Evelyn, what did you do?” Celia said. I looked up to see the three of them all staring at me teasingly. “I...” I gestured vaguely to the picnic basket. “You know... .” “No,” Harry said, laughing. “I don’t know.” “Listen, I’ve been very busy,” I said. “Uh-huh,” Celia said. “Oh, all right.” I lifted Connor up as she started to frown. I knew it meant tears were coming any moment. “I didn’t do a damn thing.” The three of them started laughing at me, and then Connor started laughing, too. John opened the basket. Celia poured wine. Harry leaned over and kissed Connor’s forehead. It was one of the last times we were all together, laughing, smiling, happy. A family. Because after that, I ruined it.