True to form, Anita veered to the raised glass like a moth to fire.

Was that eyeshadow? Uneven eye shadow? She supposed she hadn't touched her makeup since the third kid, so there weren't a lot of examples to go by.

"Oh, honey," Anita said with a quivering smile. "James went through a spell of this, too."

Or was that Claude? One of the boys. Wait. Was that a bruise? Anita squinted hard, poked the purple and scowled.

"What happened to you?" she said sharply, way too sober for this.