The thing is, Iris has been on this boat six years. It does explain everything. She doesn't even like Matt, but that's supremely irrelevant. Her face falls, and she hurries to Caitlin's side.

"Oh, lovey, I'm so sorry. Come on. Let's go get a drink, and you can tell your auntie Iris all about it. Or we can not talk and just get drunk, whichever you need. Being miserable's a lot less miserable with friends and gin. And 'ey, an awful lot of 'em come back."