“Napa,” Grand admits, embarrassed. “On vacation, at a wine tasting. Is it less trite if they were married to other people at the time?”
“Scandal!” says Chicago, delighted. “Am I really allowed to know that?”
“That’s off the record!”
“Yeah, fine,” she grumbles. “Anyway, mine met when… he was stationed in Germany during Gulf War One. No idea why. They went out dancing and he came back two years later to take her home.”
“My parents had the Death Talk with me after she–um,” mutters Grand.
“Killed herself?” says Chicago lightly. “They should have given you the Drama Talk instead.”