The change was so sudden and so random that it made Cecilia sit a little straighter. Her brow furrowed, head tilted, and she tried to follow his train of thought. How had they come to that? She couldn't see any discernible path from Point A to Point B. She was comfortable with answering Reginald, and even if she hadn't been, she might have been curious enough to do it anyway.
"My parents divorced when I was little. Neither of them had any other kids. My dad remarried, but not even step-kids. My mom was an only child, but on her side I have a couple of second cousins. None I was really close with, but I saw them on special occasions. My dad's side of the family was never family oriented. His little brother never had kids, but his sister had two boys. I barely know them. His family never approved of my mom, or that he allowed me to be raised in both the Jewish and Catholic faiths. They thought he should put his foot down, take me away from my mom, put me in a good Catholic boarding school. That sort of thing. I haven't spoken to any of them in years. Even at my last dad's wedding, it was bare bones acknowledgements nodded from across the room. They look at me like they can smell something they don't like."