She pushed the glass toward the Widower. It gleamed next to the brass nameplate. CAROL L. P. WIDDENER. “The L is for Lesley,” she said. “Isn’t it?” “And the P’s for Petronella,” said the Widower. “Damn stupid if you ask me . . . three whole names and only one I ever liked to hear.” “‘Lucy and Lesley,’” she quoted. “‘Love endures.’”
