"Looks like New England."
"Yup, Vermont. Londonderry."
"I know where Londonderry is," she said. "My father took us skiing there."
"Good old Maxie. Max Mueller, you should look him up when you go back east."
"I will," she said.
"When are you going?"
"A week from tomorrow."
"Oh."
"Yes, I've had the ticket for two months." He poured them more wine. Rhiannon leaned back in the plastic chair, looked at the painting over the table, and then studied the drawing above the bookshelf.
"My father did those," Joe said. "He did the painting last year, not long before he died. The drawing is of my mother. She wasn't much older than you are."