"It's hard for me not to take it personally, especially when I think about my grandfather and how his sisters were murdered."
There is a long pause.
"But, you know, if it had not been, neither you nor I would ever have been born. My mother would have stayed in France. She would have grown up there and my parents would never have met. And there is no knowing what the world today would be like. Is it possible to wish for one's own non-existence?"
She doesn't answer.
"You bet it is."
I think about this as we drive over the South Branch of the St. Lucie River, almost home.
"But we live in the world we are given, not the world we wish for."
In the rearview mirror, I see her reading her book.