Mars snorted a little at the Nantucket reference. "Nah," he said, waving his hand dismissively, sitting up in his chair. "This one's better." He leaned forward (forearms on knees). He flashed Eva another smile before he began speaking.
"So, a man goes to the doctor for his wife's test results. When he gets there, he says, 'I'm here for Mrs. Smith's test results.' The receptionist looks up and tells him, 'Oh, I'm sorry Mr. Smith, there's been a problem. We have two sets of test results for a 'Mrs. Smith' and we don't know which belongs to your wife... I'm afraid it's bad news or terrible news. One test shows Alzheimer's Disease, the other shows AIDS!' Flabbergasted, Mr. Smith says, 'That's awful! What should I do?'. Without skippin' a beat, she answers, 'The doctor suggests you drop her off in the middle of town. If she finds her way home, don't shag her'."
He fought a smile as he surveyed Eva's face for her reaction. Ronan knew she had a sense of humor under all that bright hair. It probably wasn't the best of jokes, but he thought it was pretty damned funny.