I drove Nonna to church Sunday morning. All she wanted to do was talk about Peter and what a nice boy he was. When I told her that nothing was going to happen in that department, she got quiet. As I pulled into the parking lot for All Saints, she finally spoke her mind.

“Is good,” she said. “He’s not Catholic.”

I knew she wasn’t as particular as my parents, and my mind went immediately to Miles. I needed to stop thinking about him. He wasn’t available...