In true Luke fashion, he’d snuck up on me and scared me half to death. He stood there with his hat and coat still on and a tumbler of whiskey in his hand. He must have come in while I was showering.

“Damnit! You really like to sneak up on people, don’t you?” I laughed.

“Just you.” He smiled.

“My mother took that picture? How do you know?” I asked, pleased that he no longer seemed angry with me.

“Bev gave me the original ...