“No.”

“Not any?”

“No.”

“I can say this about your mother and that about your sister?”

“And that about your sister ,” Rinaldi said swiftly. We both laughed.

“The old superman,” I said.

“I am jealous maybe,” Rinaldi said.

“No, you’re not.”

“I don’t mean like that. I mean something else. Have you any married friends?”

“Yes,” I said.