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Authors: Carmella Jones
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golden years. Also, he seemed to have had a good relationship with his wife before he was widowed. At least that’s the impression I got from stories and photos.
“There’s my favorite girl in the house. Always so respectful, but please, call me Papa. I keep telling you, you’re family. Call me Papa, or at least call me Papa Tino,” he said firmly, but sweetly, holding on to my hand.
“Alright Papa Tino,” I said, smiling.
Then, one of the smaller children came to announce dinner was ready.
Chapter 5
Each of the aunts made Ricky’s favorite dish. Well, they each made the dish of theirs that he liked best. As they placed big helpings on his plate each aunt claimed her item was the real favorite. His cheeks were red with pinches and lipstick kisses.
The meal really was delicious, though. There were spicy olives, crostini, bruschetta, and other finger foods before the meal, but for dinner the table cloth couldn’t even be seen anymore for the sheer quantity of options and the size of each individual dish. There were tortellini and risotto dishes, and it seemed about half the dishes had sauce. I was glad the baby seemed to enjoy Italian food, but also disappointed since I couldn’t enjoy any of the wine.
During the meal, everyone kept complimenting the birthday boy and asking him about his plans for the year now that he was fifteen.
“There is a good-looking girl at school that I may finally make my move on. Mainly I want to start working in one of the family businesses,” Ricky said in his best attempt at an adult voice.
“Well, good for you, sweetie. Every man is more attractive when he is responsible and has a little more money,” Aunt Sheryl said.
“I don’t know about that. My sweet Constance, rest her soul, took my last name when I was still a boot licker. They don’t make girls like Connie any more though, I suppose,” said Papa.
“I don’t know, Papa, I found a pretty good one I could bring home,” Anthony said, giving my knee a pat under the table.
“That’s true,” Papa said, giving me a nod and smile, “but I would still say a good woman is a dying breed. Maybe a good man is, too.”
At that moment, Jerome and Donte from work rounded the corner into the dining room. They stood just inside the doorway and greeted everyone at the table. As they were about to come further in the room to wish Ricky a happy birthday they realized I was there and backed back out quickly.
Papa gave a nod and Anthony stood from his seat.
“Everyone excuse me a moment. It seems my work has followed me home,” he said.
This was even stranger than both of them being in his office at the same time. What story could be big enough to come to the Anthony’s house?
As everyone resumed eating, I excused myself to the bathroom. I really did have to go, but on the way back I tried to see if I could overhear a few details about what might be going on.
As I made my way through the kitchen after returning from the bathroom, I heard footsteps going back down the main hall toward the front door. I stood just before the turn to the hall to see if I could hear anyone say anything.
Nothing.
When I looked down the hall, Anthony seemed to be showing our two uninvited guests the exit. They shook hands and closed the door. As Anthony turned to come back down the hall I saw him take a brief look at something one of them must have slipped him in the hand shake and put it in his pocket.
I
“There’s my favorite girl in the house. Always so respectful, but please, call me Papa. I keep telling you, you’re family. Call me Papa, or at least call me Papa Tino,” he said firmly, but sweetly, holding on to my hand.
“Alright Papa Tino,” I said, smiling.
Then, one of the smaller children came to announce dinner was ready.
Chapter 5
Each of the aunts made Ricky’s favorite dish. Well, they each made the dish of theirs that he liked best. As they placed big helpings on his plate each aunt claimed her item was the real favorite. His cheeks were red with pinches and lipstick kisses.
The meal really was delicious, though. There were spicy olives, crostini, bruschetta, and other finger foods before the meal, but for dinner the table cloth couldn’t even be seen anymore for the sheer quantity of options and the size of each individual dish. There were tortellini and risotto dishes, and it seemed about half the dishes had sauce. I was glad the baby seemed to enjoy Italian food, but also disappointed since I couldn’t enjoy any of the wine.
During the meal, everyone kept complimenting the birthday boy and asking him about his plans for the year now that he was fifteen.
“There is a good-looking girl at school that I may finally make my move on. Mainly I want to start working in one of the family businesses,” Ricky said in his best attempt at an adult voice.
“Well, good for you, sweetie. Every man is more attractive when he is responsible and has a little more money,” Aunt Sheryl said.
“I don’t know about that. My sweet Constance, rest her soul, took my last name when I was still a boot licker. They don’t make girls like Connie any more though, I suppose,” said Papa.
“I don’t know, Papa, I found a pretty good one I could bring home,” Anthony said, giving my knee a pat under the table.
“That’s true,” Papa said, giving me a nod and smile, “but I would still say a good woman is a dying breed. Maybe a good man is, too.”
At that moment, Jerome and Donte from work rounded the corner into the dining room. They stood just inside the doorway and greeted everyone at the table. As they were about to come further in the room to wish Ricky a happy birthday they realized I was there and backed back out quickly.
Papa gave a nod and Anthony stood from his seat.
“Everyone excuse me a moment. It seems my work has followed me home,” he said.
This was even stranger than both of them being in his office at the same time. What story could be big enough to come to the Anthony’s house?
As everyone resumed eating, I excused myself to the bathroom. I really did have to go, but on the way back I tried to see if I could overhear a few details about what might be going on.
As I made my way through the kitchen after returning from the bathroom, I heard footsteps going back down the main hall toward the front door. I stood just before the turn to the hall to see if I could hear anyone say anything.
Nothing.
When I looked down the hall, Anthony seemed to be showing our two uninvited guests the exit. They shook hands and closed the door. As Anthony turned to come back down the hall I saw him take a brief look at something one of them must have slipped him in the hand shake and put it in his pocket.
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