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Arriving home, he found that Angelo and Sophia had arrived. Angelo was yelling through the front door.
“Where my engonia? Where are my grandchildren?”
Helen’s parents both greeted him with kisses and made the sign of the cross over him.
“Good afternoon, Tom. Oh, watch out for his bruises, woman!” Angelo yelled in Greek. Sophia pushed a large tray of moussaka at Tom while Angelo took out his wallet and produced two fifty-dollar notes, which he pushed into Tom’s pocket.
“For you to offer to the sweet Virgin at church, Tom. You must do this for your children’s health.”
“Yes, Angelo,” Tom said, though he knew the money was really to spend on the twins. Angelo would have donated an equal amount to the church already.
Hearing their grandfather’s voice, the twins rushed down the stairs
