”Probably the same reason things never worked out for Aunt Lorraine either,” Danny fudged. “Grampa Foley probably broke it up because the guy wasn’t Irish Catholic.”
Danny’s grampa had been famous for demanding that only men of certain religious backgrounds and ethnicities were good enough for his daughters. Consequently neither of Danny’s father’s sisters had ever married and had lived out their lives as spinsters, sharing the house in which they grew up until Lorraine had passed away and Daisy had had to move to the nursing home.
“Hi,” came a voice from behind them.
Danny and Paula turned to greet their niece, Jack’s daughter, Nikki.
“You remember Luis?” she asked, gesturing to the dark, handsome man who stood just in back of her, his arm around her waist.
Remember him! Danny though
