“Fine,” Tom said, though he still wasn’t sure that Marge wouldn’t be asked along. “Marge is a Catholic?” he asked as they went down the stairs. “With a vengeance! She was converted about six months ago by an Italian she had a mad crush on. Could that man talk! He was here for a few months, resting up after a ski accident. Marge consoles herself for the loss of Eduardo by embracing his religion.” “I had the idea she was in love with you.” “With me? Don’t be silly!”
