"He grumbled something. And grumbled and grumbled. "What's that, sweetheart?" she asked. "I said, you've gone from the nun wannabe prude who wouldn't have a date in twelve years to a crazy woman who plans to take off in a Winnebago with an old man none of us knows and live in sin, and all he has to recommend him is that he's the friend of some Presbyterian minister! And you expect me to sell this idea to my brothers?" She couldn't help it, she burst into laughter. "Nun wannabe prude? I guess I'll have to live with that, though it sounds pathetic. And George isn't just a friend of a minister, Aiden. As it turns out, he's an ordained minister, as well. Presbyterian." Aiden checked his rearview mirror, turned on his signal and pulled onto the freeway's shoulder. He put the car in Park and turned toward Maureen. He looked at her for a long moment. And then he said, "Who are you and what have you done with my mother?" *" --