"True. Michela and I are flying there on Thanksgiving, and they've already made plans to come in February." He sipped his coffee. "We'll make it work."
"Papi, guarda! No hands!"
Oliver observed his daughter in mirth performing this recklessly-dangerous stunt while supported by her training wheels. "That's great, baby."
"How are you holding up, money-wise?"
"Well... I have too much of it," he chuckled.
"Oh really?" Ellie faked a sneer. "Too much?"
"Seriously. I didn't even spend a dime in Italy. Antonio and Francesca treated me like a son. They didn't let me pay for anything aside from my degree; not only that, Antonio is a revered financial wizz. He's made some investments for me, and now I have approximately... a lot of money."
They chuckled.
"That's good to hear. Buy yourself a p
