Lily's hand clamped onto my shoulder like a vice.
"It's New Year's," she hissed. "Don't embarrass us." Her voice dropped lower. "Offend him and cost your brother-in-law his job? You'll regret it."
Gone was the sisterly warmth from minutes ago.
Mom chimed in. "Food's cooked. Eat first, talk later."
Trapped, I sank back into my seat.
The harassment started the second Jack sat down.
His foot slid across the floor, rubbing against my calf. I pulled back sharply. He followed, pressing closer.
Above the table, he chatted and laughed with my parents. Below it, his hand crept toward my thigh.
Rage and disgust exploded inside me.
I shot to my feet, grabbed my juice, and threw it straight in his face. Then I shoved the platter off the table.
Crash!
"Got an itch? See a doctor!" I screamed. "Keep your filthy hands off me!"
