"I did," she says, taking his hand and giving his fingers a quick squeeze. "Danced the night away."

She won't mention Tracie or Amanda's petty remarks; Bill's had a good night, and that's what matters.

Sarah hefts a cardboard box filled with empty dessert pans.

"No, sugar, I got it -- you just make sure y'don't break your tailbone on the way to the car."

"Oh, c'mon," Dave protests, "that was years ago, Sarah, an' only 'cause your daddy broke out that moonshine -- "

"Wait a minute," Rudy cuts in, eyes wide. "You broke your ass an' here y'all give me beef for gettin' turned around that time in the woods?"