"Not any more. He died in the wreck that messed me up. He was a bad boy," she said, smiling sadly.
"I'm sorry."
"If it hadn't happened there, it would have been somewhere else." She seemed to say the words more bravely than she felt them. "Let's have some more wine, then."
He hunched himself off the bed and refilled their glasses. "You're a handsome guy, Joe. Good manners. Tougher than you look. Episcopal, I bet."
"Right about the Episcopal, anyway. Not that I pay much attention."
"Is it true that Episcopalians are baptized in Harvey's Bristol Cream?"
"It's true."
"Lucky Joe." She took another drink of wine. "I know something about you tough guys."
"Oh, yeah?"
"You're really just bad boys—and you need to be read to." She reached for a book on the bedside table. "I am revisiting Anne of Green Gables, by Lucie Maude Montgomerie."