“Who’s Naomi?”
“She’s Philip’s wife.”
“He’s married?”
“He’s been married for five years.”
He made a clucking sound. “We’re getting on, Em.”
“And there’s more than that. You’re a grandfather.”
The smooth face wrinkled into a rueful expression. “It’s hard to think of myself as a grandfather. How old is the child, or the children?”
“They’re twins.”
He chuckled. “He did a good job, Philip.”