““That family thing, it never lets up, huh? I mean, here I am two thousand miles from mine. I know I act like it’s not really important to me, but . . .” She sighed. “The ties that bind.” She studied my face, and there was a spark of triumph. “I finally came up with one you don’t know?” She drained the dregs of her coffee. “Bruce Springsteen.” “Actually, it’s a hymn from 1872 by John Fawcett, ‘Blest Be the Tie That Binds.’” “Fuck.””