"My mom's from Italy," he started out. "And my dad grew up as one of those all-American jock boys. You know the type," he glanced at me, then returned his gaze to the screen, almost as if he could see pictures there that were giving him prompts. "Anyway, they're both into advertising. Met in college or something, and later became business associates. Got married, had me, and, maybe a month later, decided it would good for business to take their branch to Italy, where everything's expensive, and dumped me with their cook/maid/housekeeper, Victoria. So I had a childhood without them. I talked to them on the phone a lot when I was little, but gradually the phone calls got shorter and farther in-between."
He continued on, and slowly, the pieces of his missing past came together. He grew up wi
