Brett
Sunday lunch at the Old Lady House had become a tradition without anyone ever officially deciding it was one.
It had started with Olivia making too much food one afternoon and Liam coming over from next door to help her carry something heavy out of the garage. Then Big John had followed because he claimed he could smell garlic bread through two walls and a hedge. Mikey showed up five minutes after that, then Eric and Jimmy, and by the time Olivia finally sat down to eat, half the football house had taken over the kitchen table.
After that, it became understood.
Sunday around noon, Olivia cooked.
The guys next door appeared.
Anthony complained about it.
And nobody listened to him.
By eleven forty-five, the house already smelled like roasted chicken, rosemary potatoes, and fres
