I’m ready to go to war when I open my mouth, but surprisingly, Penelope hits the front lines first. “They don’t all end in heartbreak,” she adds. “My older sister married her high-school sweetheart.” At Sophie’s withering glare, Penelope tries to retreat into the couch cushions. “Didn’t your sister also have an affair with her landscaper?” Penelope nods mutely. “Right.” Sophie turns back to me, eyes gleaming with victory. “Case in point.”