Chapter Thirteen
One weekend, while Tony was home visiting his parents, I was sitting at Iarossi’swith Diane and Mary Lynn, gabbing about school, boyfriends, and the coming semester. While Diane and Mary Lynn were jabbering, I sat quietly thinking about Tony, and what to get him for his birthday, which was coming up the following Friday, five days from now.
Mary Lynn, looking at me, asked, “Laura, why are you so quiet? You haven’t said morethan two words since we got here.”
“I was just thinking.” I replied. “Tony’s birthday is coming up this week, and I have no idea what to get him.
“Do you know if there is anything that he needs?” Diane asked.
“I haven’t got the foggiest,” I replied. “I know he complains about his car needing oil all the time, but I sure as heck can’t afford to buy h
