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SAVANNA
“Savanna, baby!” My auntie raised two flour-dusted hands to the ceiling like a Vegas performer. “So good to see you.”
It had been two entire days since I’d last been with her.
My mouth tugged upwards. She was in her element. There was a line of tall, dark and imposing Italian men standing three deep at the counter.
Someone, there were a couple obvious suspects, got the word out to give her biz a bump.
Teresa placed five tiny domes dusted with powdered sugar on a silver tray and shoved them across the counter. “Italian wedding cookies, boys. Love is in the air!”
A round of groaning and moaning poured out across ecstatic taste buds. “Coffee refresher anyone?” My aunt held up a fresh pot and there were takers all around, huge hands dwarfing the small, steaming cups which hel
