I am standing in the banjo room (of course there is such a thing). I am looking at banjos with Attache, they have multicolored strings and neat notes. Attache’s dad is there, sitting on a bench. He gives me a strange look out of the corner of his eye, Attache says, “He wanted you to be his daughter-in-law.”

He asks me if I loved him. Yes, I tell him, all shades.