Chapter 39
The kitchen hummed with voices for the first family dinner since dad was discharged from hospital. The twins, Luca and Lochie, who now looked like little people rather than babies, were wedged in between Nick and Sofia on one side of the table. Anthony and Julia sat across from them with toddler Greta on Julia’s lap chewing on a biscotti to ease her teething gums. And Josie and Brendan rounded out the table. I sat next to Dad while Mum threw a serve of pasta into our bowls—and no, I’m not exaggerating, that’s actually how she serves pasta.
‘That’s not enough,’ Dad demanded pushing his bowl back towards Mum.
‘No, Giulio. You have to watch what you eat, like the doctor say,’ Mum replied, pushing his bowl back.
‘Bah!’ Dad grumbled, reluctantly. The rest of us tucked in the volu
