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Her shoulders slump and she puts on that look. The one she’s going to use to guilt me into going wherever it is she’s headed. I should just agree now, but I wait.
“I woke up not feeling good. So I order food for dinner and now we’re late. We need to go now.”
“What’s wrong?” I approach her to feel her forehead like I do for Ryder, but she shoos me away. “Where did you order from?”
“Anna Mancini. Come.”
You’ve got to be shitting me.
Before I can argue, she’s out the door and down the steps. Since she’s not feeling well, I decide to be a good Italian daughter.
All we have to do is pick up the food and leave. What’s the harm in that? Maybe I won’t even see Dom.
