That got another sort of sob out of her, the tight-throated confused kind that said 'yeah, they really need a word besides ex for this.' She pulled back enough to spread some of the wet to her own sleeve for a moment.

"No, I'm not, but I kind of thought I was to Katchoo. Do you..." The part of Katchoo that was still sane would probably be happy that Francine still hadn't had the crazy optimism beaten out of her yet. "Do you think there's something wrong with her?"