“Nothing you said about Joey changed anything for me,” I heard myself say. “I know your son is worth loving, worth saving, even if the rest of the world can’t see it.” Even if he can’t see it himself. “I know who he is, Marie—the kind of man he is—and I know his worth, so you can rest assured that nothing you”—I paused to cast a look of disgust in the direction of their car before continuing—“your husband, or anyone else, for that matter, have ever said or done has come close to making a dent in my feelings for him.”
