"Is he married?"
"Yes. Two children—a boy and a girl, grown."
"Oliver, you have a half brother and a half sister!"
"It's true. I haven't absorbed it yet."
"Did you like him?"
"Yes. He was pretty impressive. Disciplined. Didn't say much. He gave me some money—said you were only as rich as what you give away. What's your mother's maiden name?"
Francesca stared at him. "Boisverte," she said.
"How do you spell it?" She told him and he repeated the letters to make sure that he had them right. "French," he said.
"Mais oui. Maman married Frankie, and here I am."
"They did nice work. You want more coffee?" He refilled their mugs and put away the thermos. "Francesca . . ."