"She's in France. She's fine." Morgan took a piece of bacon. "She and
Wes have stuck together. Of course it helps if you can nip off to
Provence whenever you feel like it. Their daughter, Yvonne, just got
married. Jake is in New Zealand, I think. Nice kids."
"New Zealand? That's where Max is, Ingrid's son." Joe hesitated. "I remember when Daisy was choosing. She said, 'I feel happy and excited when I'm with you, and I feel warm and safe when I'm with Wes."' Joe shook his head. "Knowing what I do now, about women that is, I'd say she made the mainstream choice. She'd have had rice and beans with me."
"Red beans and rice aren't bad," Morgan said.
"True. We could have gone the distance, though. Strange how you know these things . . . Not that I haven't had good relationships since. I mean, Sally and I had Kate, and then I had the chance to be part of Maxie's life. I wouldn't trade that for anything, but . . . So, how's your love life?"
Morgan's eyebrows raised. "Prospects are bright," he said.
"Prospects, plural?"
"Singular," he said.
"Yok, excellent. And the book, how's that coming along?"
"Slowly. My publisher's annoyed, but he's used to delays."
"And The Houses of the Hudson Valley aren't going anywhere."