Victor Romano had opinions about the wedding.
This should not have surprised me. Victor Romano had opinions about everything — the correct preparation of coffee, the appropriate timeline for business decisions, the specific angle at which his granddaughter should be held for optimal viewing. The wedding of his only son was not going to be a topic about which he had no opinions.
He presented them at Sunday lunch.
I arrived at Casa Romano with Charlotte in her carrier and Dante beside me and the ring on my left hand that Victor looked at for exactly two seconds before nodding with the specific satisfaction of someone whose prediction had been confirmed.
"Spring," he said. Over the first course. "The garden is best in May."
"We haven't discussed timing yet," Dante said.
"May," Victor sa
