“It could be as late as six or seven o’clock, Mrs. Cirillo.”
“Call me Mamá C.”
August cringed like before.
“And that would be fine.”
“We eat all day.” He patted Memo’s belly. “People are in and out.”
“Then count me as in. Spending time with my abuelita reminded me how important family is. I wouldn’t want to come between August and his a second time.”
“Would your abuelita like to come? Perhaps your madre? And of course CJ, and a special someone if they have one.”
“I would be happy to extend the invitation. Though my abuelita hadn’t planned on flying in.”
“Wonderful.”
August could tell his mother was quite excited at the notion of guests who’d never heard her stories. He opened the front door for her exit. “I’m being polite.”
“Thank you for the haircut, Mamá C.”
“You’re welcome, G
