Irish and Italian. It was fascinating to Marie, whose own family was historically English and not all that interesting, at least with what records they had. She suddenly wanted to meet their parents, to hear those beautiful accents and ask them about the homes they'd left behind.

She did figure that sort of discussion should probably wait until at least their second meeting, though. If the boys introduced her to their parents at all...

"I'm Baptist, sugar," she told him with a grin. "And I don't put much stock in those religious feuds, though I know a lot of people do, so I'll remember that about the Irish one. It just doesn't make any sense to me, when we're all under the same God and just worship a little differently is all."