“That’s apples to oranges, really.”

“It’s not apples to oranges. You like one better. You either like apples better or you like oranges better. It’s the stupidest saying I’ve ever heard.”

“I love them both. Like you loved Grandfather and Milos both. Anyway…it’s too late.”

“Didn’t you read my messages? You probably don’t want to hear this, Joey, but I loved Milos more. I always loved Milos more, but to appease my parents’ last wishes, I married your grandfather. But seventy-plus years of hindsight has shown me that life could have taken a different turn.”

Joey thought about her sweet grandfather, who deserved to be loved the most. She stared at her finger with its new gleaming wedding band. “I don’t know, G.”

G folded Joey’s hands in hers. “Now Leo and Grant. They are both wonderful men. Grant is Jewish, but let’s end this right here.”

“End this? Grant’s going to be looking for me. Oh God, my husband is going to be looking for me.”

“Forget about that for a second. It’s going to be okay.” Her grandmother patted her hair, but it was still fluffed to the heavens. “What I was starting to say is I think my mother is in heaven shaking her head. She’s figured out the rule they only tell you when you meet the Big Man. That it doesn’t matter if a man’s Jewish, if he’s the counterpart to your soul. I think my mother’s up there telling us to stand up for our lives. You get to do what you want to do. You’re not pleasing me. You’re not pleasing these two men. You just go with the one you love the most.”

Joey heard voices at the door. Grant?

“Hold on.” Her grandmother peeked her head out the door. Joey heard her say, “We’re having an emergency with the dress.”

G sat back on the couch. “You don’t get to choose, darling.”

“Was that Grant?”

“Listen to me. You don’t get to say, God, I choose to love that one more. You just ask the question. God gives the answer. So now here’s what we’re going to do—we’re going to flip a coin.” G pulled a quarter from her purse.

“We’re going to flip a coin? That’s how we’re going to decide my life?”

“It’s as sane an avenue as any. Okay, heads it’s Grant, tails it’s Leo. God will make the choice. You ready?” She didn’t wait for Joey’s approval. Quickly, her grandmother tossed the coin in the air, caught it, and flipped it to rest on her palm. “Well, there we have it. Grant it is.”

“But I don’t want it to be Grant!”