“It’s good to spend time together like this,” Ada says breezily, her voice gentle and soft. She rummages through her kitchen drawer until she finds a corkscrew, then twists it into the bottle of Merlot, uncorking it with a loud pop. She delicately pours some into a glass for each of you, handing it off. “I know the two of you are married and all, but my brother is so terribly selfish with your attention. Though he does always say he wants us to be closer.”

She slides into the chair across from yours at her dining room table. All her movements are fluid, graceful, undoubtedly beautiful.