My sister kissed my husband in front of thirty people at her own anniversary party and called it a joke. Her husband had a wrapped present in his hands and an envelope she had never opened.

The next day the rest of them came. My parents, an aunt, cousins. About thirty in that garden.

Bram and I were carrying food out of the kitchen and I had a serving dish in both hands when there was a noise outside.

I came through the back door and stopped.

My sister was kissing my husband in her own garden in front of thirty people.

In front of our mother.

He came out of it when he saw me.

“It was a dare.”

And Sasha stepped back, still smiling.

“Sorry, sis. He kisses better than Bram. I might keep him.”

I could not move. I had that dish in both hands and I honestly could not work out what to do with it.