“At least work keeps you from your vices," Win quipped one evening before supper, rubbing his hair affectionately as she joined him in the parlor.
"I happen to like my vices," Leo told her. "That's why I went to the trouble of acquiring them."
"What you need to acquire," Win said gently, "is a wife. And I'm not saying that out of self-interest, Leo."
He smiled at her, this gentlest of sisters, who had fought so many personal battles for the sake of love. "You don't possess a molecule of self-interest, Win.”