He looked at her in awe. "Gabrielle, you're a great woman. I thought I covered perfectly."
She shook her head and smiled.
"Talking to you's like turning a corner in March. You never know what's going to blow into your face."
"What were you remembering?"
"A Quaker, a blonde, and a knot."
"I don't understand."
"I did a bad thing Christmas Eve. I got dirty drunk. I imagined I was somebody else.... A Quaker from Philadelphia named Fox."
"Why Fox?"
"I don't know. I picked up a blonde named Aimee Driscoll. A-I-M-E-E."
"I don't want to hear about her."