"Oh well, I suppose nobody likes who their children go out with."

"It's true."

"When I was courting, my father locked me in my room one time."

"Oh?" said Alonzo. He squinted, following the arc of the baseball floating across the sun.

"I fell in love with my first cousin."

"Oh-ho."

"On top of that, my shiftless first cousin. He drank and ran around. For years he had a girlfriend named Glorietta, who always wore red. My aunts and my mother would whisper whenever they mentioned her, even her name. Glorietta de Merino."

"Ah, Glorietta," said Alonzo, and settled back with his face tilted to the sky and his boots stretched out in front of him. "Go on"

"He made terrible grades all through school and dropped out the first year of college. Nobody could ever find him when they wanted him. while I! I was an only child. I tried to be as good as possible. would you believe, until I was twenty years old I had never tasted liverwurst?"

"Livewurst," said Alonzo, turning it over lazily.

"Because my family didn't happen to eat it. not that there was anything wrong with it, of course, they just weren't in the habit of ordering it from the market. I didn't know there was such a thing as liverwurst! The first time I tasted it I ate a whole pound. But that was later. First I fell in love with my cousin, and went on trips with him and rode in his unsafe car and had to be locked in my room. Then I discovered liverwurst."

"But what became of him?" Alonzo asked.

"Who?"

"The first cousin."

"Oh," said Justine. "Why, I married him. Who did you think I was talking about?"

"Duncan?"

"Of course Duncan," said Justine, and she sat up again and shaded her eyes. "Cousin Duncan the Bad," she said, and laughed, and even Alonzo, drowsy and heavy in the sun, had to see how happy she looked when she located Duncan's spiky gold head glinting above the weeds.