Christine still looked after the other woman and nodded to him as he spoke, she glanced momentarily at her own name at the wall. Then his tone changed.

It was hard to look away, it seemed rude even too rude for her when he was so passionate. She sipped her drink and looked at the man as he pulled something out. When be showed the picture, she leaned down to look at them. Her eyes went back to study him then back to the picture.

"They look nothing like you. Must take after their mother. What are their names?"