The thought of "Beyond the Sea," treasured folk song, broadens her smile. Maybe they sing some version of "Over the Rainbow" or "New York, New York," too. Maybe that's what we'll have in twenty years at home. If anyone's still alive. A bunch of pop songs that people pass down to each other.

"It was a hit when my father was a kid." She can't remember the details beyond that, but the point is that it was, like, fifty or sixty years old. She sings a bar or two, just enough to prove it. "Somewhere beyond the sea--somewhere, waiting for me--I don't remember the rest."