I hugged her and started laughing. “What?” she asked, wiping the last of the tears from her face. “What’s so funny?”

I smiled at her. “Not here. Let’s go back to the cathedral. It’s too damned gloomy here for this.”

We walked back to the table and sat down beside each other. I looked at her, grinning like a Cheshire cat.

“What?!” she asked, a little laugh escaping. “What are you so happy about?”

“I’m happy because I don’t believe in coincidences. Don’t believe in random chance. Everything happens for a reason.”

“Okay,” she said, getting suspicious. “And where is this conversation going?”

I jumped up and ran to the boxes holding my memories. I brought them to the table. “Every girl I’ve ever dated is in here. Go through it and find the three that were the most serious.”

She opened the boxes and sifted through. “Two Jennifers, and Jenny. Which is short for Jennifer. So? You have a thing for the name Jennifer. So what?”

“What did he say?” I feigned confusion. “Oh, yes. Jennifer. Derived from Gwenhwyfar.”