"Well, I was trying to let you know," says Joyce, and she reaches across, her hand coming to rest on his thigh and squeezing gently. "We were both dumb kids. I'm not sorry we didn't get together then - Lonnie's an asshole, but I love my boys more than anything - but I'm glad we've figured it out now." She smiles. "Yeah. I'm glad you remember that, too. Even if we did, you know. Get interrupted."