Chapter 25: A Lapse In Judgement

As Marco read the large text aloud, my heart raced and my head buzzed with questions. Is this a sign? Do I even believe in signs? What does the new Andy think of all of this? How would she react?

Fortunately, the tantalizing smell of Marcia’s ribollita shook me from my stupor just in time for Marco to finish up.

“The end.” He smiled up at me.

“Best narrator ever,” I said, messing up his curls.

“Now can I play on your iPad?” he asked as he stood and stretched from all of that hard work.

“After supper, now go wash up,” Marcia answered for me.

Marco flung himself face-down on the couch in a pouty protest.

“Cowboys love dinner time! That’s how they get so big and strong,” I coaxed, tickling his sides. He finally relented and walked towards the bathroom. I picked up Marco’s book and walked back to the kitchen to refill my wine.