"Seventy? You know I haven't even asked my grandparents how old they would be if they hadn't died," Minerva commented then grinned. "I can believe it more that you're twenty-six, but I've always liked the saying 'you're only as old as you feel'," she told Gideon, shrugging.
"Yeah, that's Jamie. And don't worry about it, I can't remember them all either. So did you have any wife or children of your own before?"
Minerva then bit her lip, thinking she might have been too forward. "I'm sorry, you don't have to answer that. That's too nosy of me."
She sighed and nodded. "Dominique's fiesty. I like her a lot. I think she'll deal with it as best as anyone else, and has a better chance to deal with it better than most with as much family and support that she has."
Minerva looked to the side, exhaling a bitter little laugh. "Yeah. Not like there's a support group for people like me."