"Two of them? And you survived?"
"Yep," Joe said.
"Marriage . . . " Isabelle said sadly.
"The marriages weren't bad," Joe said, "just not enough. The kids are grown up, anyway, one of mine—the one that just got married—and one of Ingrid's, Maxie. He lives in Vermont."
"What does he do?"
"He's working as a carpenter. I think he might be heading into the artist's life."
"Poor baby."
"I'm proud of him."
"Good, Joe."
"And you? No Mr. Isabelle?"