“I have.”
I was unsure how to proceed. “How did they come to marry?”
He smiled. “What do you know of her background?”
I wasn’t sure how much he knew of mine. I shrugged. “She told me she came from the same place as I.”
He nodded, then peered at me for a moment, evaluating me. “Yes, she did.” He paused. “I first met her as a … young girl, really. She was sixteen. Mr. Acevedo Spadros called me to the Pot, wishing me to ensure she had no illness.”
I felt confused. “Mr. Acevedo?”
“Yes, Mr. Roy’s father. The man was in his late 40’s, if I recall … yes, his 50th celebration was later that year. But oh, he was smitten. I have never seen two people so in love.” His lined face lit with the memory. “When she came of age, he brought her into the quadrant, set her up in a little grocery over on
