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It wasn’t half bad once I found the twins’ SAs, ere only too happy to help ht her everything I wanted in too , naled a call from Ma Gianna still has my phone, and now she’d confiscated my iPod as well

“What’s up, Ma? Did so happen to Gianna?” Her soft chuckle reminded me too late that I shouldn’t reveal too much

“No, son, we’re actually doing pretty good here

“Did she lose her hair?”

“No, it’s fine, that’s not why I’oing to take a bit of time, on’t have o to the opera instead We’ll do the museum tomorrow”

“Ah, which one?”

“There’s a private showing of Don Carlo”

Oh goody, four hours of Verdi For soht after that was about Gianna and if she’d enjoy the opera She seems like the type

“Okay, Ma, I’ll let Lance know Are we doing dinner before or after?”

“The play starts at six-thirty, so your father suggested a late supper at Carmines”

“They close at eleven Ma”

“Your father talked to his friend; it’s fine” Yeah, what a? Pop would shut down the whole of Manhattan so Ma could cross the street That’s that feeling—the one I’ve had since picking her up off her bedrooht before

I hung up with Ma and relayed the news to Lance, who really should give up his bro card His eyes lit up like a X me of why his name is so suitable “Sometimes, I worry about you Maybe I shouldn’t have let you play with the twins so er”