“Whoa. What did I say?” Nick looked shocked.
“Oh, nothing. It’s all right. That was— That’s something Pops used to say.”
“Oh. Sorry.” A bowl of gelato appeared in front of her. “It seems like you really lived here as a child. I mean the way you talk. Instead of in Philly.”
“Well, we stayed here every summer and every holiday—every school break basically. All three of us.” She frowned and dug into the gelato. “My mother’s…well, let’s just say my mother’s still working hard at her own childhood. And my father believes in working pretty much non-stop for the ‘good of all mankind’. The classic poor little rich kids—that’s us. When we weren’t at school, we were here and they were somewhere else.” She looked up. “It’s cliché, and I’m sure our first world problems don’t seem like much compared
