I went to my husband's promotion banquet expecting another night of smiling politely beside him. Voices rose, heads turned, and I saw Sam pushing through clusters of guests like the floor was tilting under him. He looked at Sam first, then at me, the way a man looks at a problem he intends to solve. "She also mentioned the bit with the mop," Daniel went on. "That's a big question for a banquet, Daniel," Sam protested.