- This is mine. — I point to my red and white Mini Cooper, where it's parked on the street outside the house. He stops behind him, pressing the button to silence the sexy purr of the engine. The streetlights are on and the one closest to The Home flickers on and off at irregular intervals. I can hear a dog barking several houses down and the smell of meat cooking over charcoal hangs in the air. It makes me feel at home, normal, just what the seven boys stuck inside in front of me deserve.
Ettore comes to my side of the car and opens the door, holding my hand to help me out of the car. I clutch my bag to my chest, suddenly awkward the moment I make my way to my car with Ettore's hand on the small of my back.
I turn to face him, leaning my back against my car. I have my bottom lip between
