Erina took a drink of her tea and nodded her head at Serafina. In her opinion, she had done as good of a job as she could raising another boy. Her own husband, Jonathan, had died too early as well. Perhaps, it was a terrible curse for the Joestar men... No, she wouldn't think like that.
"I did, his father died when Joseph was young, as I'm sure you know. His mother..." Erina trailed off, lips pursed. "Well, she's trying now. I suppose that's what matters. I had thought she might come for tea, too, but it was not to be."
Jojo scoffed, "Not that either of us really expected her to come. She might be back later on to nag me."