"Hear anything from our children regarding the newly weds?" Richard asked as he walked toward Giordano before taking a swig from his glass.
Giordano's trip to memory lane stopped and snapped back to where he was - his son and his daughter-in-law's luncheon.
He turned to his long-time friend. He groaned in distress.
"You tell me. Any of your sons say anything?" he asked as he took a swig from his own glass.
"They don't tell me anything these days. Trina says it's because I might blow up. No offense. I have great respect for your son, but it's my daughter we're talking about, Gio."
Giordano looked at him understandingly.
"Believe me, I wouldn't blame you if you decided to do something rash, but it isn't you anymore, Rich. I know you."
Richard turned to him.
"As much as I know you, Gi
