“Why didn’t you have children?” Lucille asked. Sylvie lifted her shoulders. “It just wasn’t in the cards,” she said. “Did you want them?” “I always liked them.” “But, I mean, did you want to have them?” “You must know, Lucille,” Sylvie said, “that some questions aren’t polite. I’m sure that my mother must have told you that.” “She’s sorry,” I said. Lucille bit her lip. “It doesn’t matter,” Sylvie said. “Let’s play crazy eights. I’ve got the deck warmed up.”
