"My husband wasn't. Goodwin wasn't, Jack wasn't." Hers, she means.

At what he says next, Juliet opens her eyes again and studies him. No, they shouldn't have that in common, but they have more in common than she thought, once.

"Maybe some people don't get that life. You know the one I mean?" The perfect, easy life, with a house and 2.5 kids. "Maybe for the leftovers it goes a different way."

Which is a depressing thought, so she reaches for the rum again, taking a few swallows.