As she returned to the kitchen, Jimmy was left unsettled, liking her, worried about what he’d just seen. He said, “Uh, she’s funny.”
“A sense of humor is a good defense mechanism in this house. Growing up with my father required it.”
“Yeah, him I remember. So, is it just going to be the four of us? Not your sister?”
Frisano looked to the dining room table just off the living room, saw only four settings. “Looks that way. Probably a good thing. Becca’s got three kids under the age of ten; kinda noisy. Even for our household.”
“I’ll meet her sometime, then, Uncle Frankie.”
Frisano playfully slapped Jimmy’s ass. “Shut up. I’ll get you some wine.”
“Relieve the nerves.”
“Ha, I’ll bring the bottle.”
Frisano disappeared into the kitchen, the sound of murmured voices drifting back. The tim
