"Yeah, I heard." And she couldn't even start imagining what that was like. "Hope she doesn't spend all her time yelling at him."

"Who's yelling at who?" Lionel asked, sliding closer, and reaching out to stuff the napkin he'd been writing on into Kate's pocket. She didn't even ask. She'd look at it later.

"No one," she said. "Lionel, Jack. Jack, Lionel."