Chapter 25
“I guess this means I can’t hate your goose anymore,” said Dom into the quiet of the kitchen. It was late now, after eight, and the police had gone. Kiko’s living space was sectioned off, though, Mother confined to the kitchen with them. Kiko laughed, almost a normal laugh. It was good to hear. Dom smiled.
“I thought you were never going to admit Mother scared you,” he said, opening one of the take-out containers. They had stopped by Pasta la Vista for pizza and pasta, Kiko no longer wanting to cook. He’d apologized, but Dom didn’t care. He doubted anyone could cook after what they had just been through.
“I didn’t say he scared me,” said Dom, serving himself vermicelli.
“Oh, your code for it is hate, is it?” asked Kiko, tossing a bread stick onto each of their plates.
“Well
