“Yes. Did you not recognize it?”
“I’ve never had…um—” He swallowed again. “—rabbit.”
“But now that you have, you will have it again, yes?” Poppa didn’t pick up on my lover’s expression, but then he hadn’t been living with Wills for the past few months.
“Our butcher shop doesn’t supply it, Poppa.”
He frowned at me. “There is not a Greek butcher in Washington, Teodore?”
“Not in our neighborhood.”
“Well, I am sure rabbit can be special-ordered.” He nodded as if that solved everything.
“And now we will have coffee and flogheres,” Ma announced.
Wills sent me a slightly panicked look. “Almond pipes, babe,” I whispered. “Cookies,” andI was amused by the relief that flooded his features.
“My flogheres are the best in the family,” she assured him. “Eryx, you go and make the coffee.”