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“It was fun; the twins are very bright; it’s alreat, another s uneasy since she sounded more relaxed than expected Ma preened like a proud lad to hear it; they seeain? I didn’t quite catch it this ; my mind was elsewhere”
“Calculus, it’s one of the hardest subjects in high school by far, but no need to worry; they’ve taken to it rather easily” If I didn’t know better, I’d swear she was teasing the girls about their lie, but her face gave nothing away Shit, I had a whole other problee look on her face, and I could alone
“Calculus? Why does that sound familiar? Didn’t your brother…”
“Oh Ma, did you talk to the caterers today? We only have a couple of weeks left I think that’s the finaltoo exactly where she was going Thank heaven because if Ma finds out anything about this, my life will become fodder for her and Sheila and who knohat those tould come up with
Pop was unusually quiet, but he seemed very tuned in to the conversation around the table, which ju in, even Gianna, though she spoke only when directly addressed She was soft-spoken and polite, but the difference between her and the tas glaring She’s way too skittish for a teenage girl Even Lance was ain, he practically lives here
It was hell being this aware of her next toeyes Pop is way too still for ht the scent of so in the air Orshit I sent another glare Lance’s way, and this time he winked at me I’ll put his eye out with this fork swear to fuck
I relaxed somewhere between the chicken parmesan and tiramisu that Lance had predicted The conversation had turned to all things party, and Lance had grown tired of being an ass, or he was too busy stuffing his face and buttering Ma up, so I no longer felt the heat “Oh, it’s getting late, Gia; I pro ho the car around?”
“I’ll take her,” I spoke before I gave it ot before Pop came to the rescue
“Speaking of cars, Lancelot, I have so to show you” Lance’s eyes lit up like a X that o on for hours about cars I have pretty much the same deal with Uncle Marvin, only we discuss philosophy and history over a gas
“What did you get, Unc? Is it the Ferrari GTO? Did you find it?”
“No, not yet still looking, come, you’ll like this The rest of you coroaned playfully, probably envisioning another couple of hours spent listening to these tax poetic about slabs of steel and aluminum Nevertheless, we all filed out after Pop called his on-staffthe car around front
I have no idea what the fire engine red thing was I just know it looked like soht up Lance and Pop’s alley “Is that the Hudson Hornet convertible? No way! An original? Fifty-one? How did you get it in this color?” He rattled off questions while Pop just smiled at him as he walked around the machine
“Here” Pop passed him the keys
“I can take it out?” There e and reverence in his voice
“I hope so since it’s yours”
Ah shit! “Breathe, Lancelot, for crap's sake” I had to go over and rub his back and chest like a burping baby “Really? Over a car?” The idiot just grinned atto breathe as I tried valiantly to hide the fact that I was scared shitless that he’d have one of his attacks
“Pop, come on”
“Sorry, I wasn’t thinking You okay, Lancelot?” He nodded and grinned while Uncle Marvin dug around in his pocket and brought out an inhaler “Don’t worry, Gabe, on’t have a repeat of last time"
“Hey, I’m not that soft dad, don’t embarrass me in front of Gia” The fuck
“Come on!” He looked at the twins, Gianna and me, “I’ll take you for a spin down the driveway, but you have to take off your shoes Unc, it looks brand new, fresh off the lot”