“More.”
“More sauce?”
Liam shook his head.
“More story?”
Liam nodded.
“Hmm. What happened next? Oh. I know. Buzz, buzz, buzz…As I’m conversing with your father, this incredibly bothersome insect, as big as a hummingbird, is droning in my ear. He lights upon the window pane. I reach my hand up to catch him in it. Zap!”
Liam jumped again.
“Firefly? No!” Frank shook his head for effect, and Liam’s eyes grew wide. “Fly on fire. I electrocuted the thing. Poof!”
Liam gasped.
“I know!” Frank set down the pasta bowl, then gathered a loaf of bread, some butter, plates, plastic silverware, and a dozen napkins. “Spaghetti can be messy,” he said, sitting down. “So, I took to my bed for a while, stopped washing, and when I peed I wore a catcher’s mitt on my hand as not to bring harm to my…you
