The Victors.

She smiled, but it was a sad smile, a smile her grandmother used to give when she no longer wished to live. He sat listening to the Brubeck Jazz. She tapped her foot unknowingly. Mother drowned, she said. He gazed at her taking what she said with a pinch of salt. Her mother lived in Dulwich until cancer took her with hardly a promise.  You remind me of someone, she said. He nodded and listened to the alto saxophone player go into a solo. I'm your husband, he said looking at her. She smiled. They all say that, she said. Her foot tapped on the carpet. She looked at him as if trying to place him, but failing. My old dad drowned while sailing she said. Her father lived in an asylum until he was dead. The music ended. Some minds can't be mended.