“You come for Mother’s Day? I make something very special.”
He smiled at her. “We’d love it, Mrs. B.”
The doorbell rang, and Casey bounced up. “I’ll get it!” She came back with an unhappy expression on her face, which she quickly wiped off. “Aunt Agalia and Uncle Konstantinos are here.”
And after them trailed four of their nine kids, although kids was a misnomer. Cressa, the youngest was seventeen, while Alax, the oldest male, was twenty-three.
“Gia to kaló tis iméras!” Ma and Poppa said, and my aunt and uncle returned the greeting.
“It means ‘for the good of the day,’” I told Wills.
“We can’t stay long,” Aunt Agalia said. “We’re going to Bellanca’s to celebrate the day.”
“She’s their oldest daughter,” I murmured.
“I’ll need a score card.” Wills grinned at me. “Your family is almost as large as mine.”
How little he knew.
“We wanted you to meet Daria.” Clinging to Alax’s arm was a young woman I didn’t recognize. “She is Alax’s girlfriend.”