8
Ian moved through the crowd with ease. He was an honorary member of the family and most people who came to the picnics regularly knew him. He loved feeling like he was a part of something bigger, something more than just him.
Nonna stepped in his path and smiled up at him. Ian stopped and kissed her cheek. “How are you?”
She grinned. “Good. Happy to have all my kids with me.”
“I’ve been meaning to ask you. How’s Aunt Jo?”
Nonna smiled sadly. Jo was her youngest daughter and had lost her husband six months earlier. She moved in with Nonna and the oldest of the aunts, Aunt Marie, and gave her house to her son and his girlfriend.
“She’s doing well,” Nonna said. “She has bad days, but that’ll never change. We all have those at times.
Ian nodded. He didn’t know loss the way the Richlia
