"True. Thought being separated by the black was bad enough. Then this. Used to talk to her at least once a week and now I don't even have that." It's upsetting. More than he wanted to admit. Especially when he's suddenly allowed to bring her to the forefront of his mind and all the horror of dealing with a Jim the same age as her...

"Joanna. Call her Jo." He answered quietly, his fingers sliding over the rim of his cup gently. "How 'bout your kid?"