BACKSTAGE ROMANCE.
Joe and I exchanged nervous glances.
In the ensuing silence, Judy eyed her son closely, the corner of her mouth quirked. Jeff tried several times to frame a response, gave up, slid one hand over his eyes, and quietly asked, "How long have you known?"
Judy's eyes gleamed triumphantly. "Well, I started suspecting when you were nine years old and I walked into the back yard and found you and Julie dancing around singing 'I'm Gonna Wash That Man Right out of My Hair' from South Pacific." Both her children groaned in embarrassment and hid their faces. Joe chuckled.