"Peggy Fitzgerald," he had said, laughing in what he later remebered as his one and only attempt at humor with her. "Peggy Fitzgerald," he had said, in his easily remembered brogue. "Puts me in mind of me mither, an Irish lass from County Galway."

Margaret Bunker Fitzgerald had not been amused. "You'll never get over it, will you?" she had spat at him furiously. "You'll never get over being an Irishman, a black Irish Catholic from a Boston slum. Don't you ever dare to call me Peggy again. My name is Margaret, and don't you forget it!"