May nodded and set her glass back onto the table. "How is your shrimp?" she asked, side-stepping their previous topic entirely. They could argue themselves hoarse but debates seldom yielded in convincing the other.
To anyone looking, they would appear a happy couple, familiar but not overly so. Friendly but not overmuch. It was a proper closeness, marriage or not and it was this she expected her children to understand. Limits. Morals. If Noah chose to shirk those duties, then she would manage as she had alone for all these years.