Between games Kurt asked Missy, "Who was that young man I saw you with yesterday?"
She smiled mischievously, "Who do you think? He's my boyfriend."
Wanda sighed. "My one regret. I wish I had more boyfriends."
"What do you mean, Ms. Jefferson?" Marcus prodded.
"You know damn well what I mean, dufus," Wanda growled.
"I've heard it said nobody reaches the end of life wishing they hadn't..."
"We know the phrase, good buddy," Marcus intervened. "Remember, there are ladies present."
Kurt shrugged. "I didn't bring it up."
Missy came to the rescue. "He's my nephew, my oldest sister's son."
"He didn't look that much younger than you," Marcus observed.
"Eighteen years. Darla was seven years older than I. She had Mitchell at twenty-five."
"Any kids?" Kurt continued.
"Brother-man, give the
