We were rescued from throttling each other by the same object that caused us to fight in the first place. My phone.
It was early in the evening, and my screen popped up a text notification from an unrecognized number: Sup, home-slice? You ready for a girls’ night out?
Sup, home-slice? You ready for a girls’ night out?Who is this, please?
Who is this, please?Nonna. Aka. Chillin’ like a villain.
Nonna. Aka. Chillin’ like a villain.In that case, yes. Most definitely. I can use some chill time with the ladies.
In that case, yes. Most definitely. I can use some chill time with the ladies.Okay, I’m bringing the car around. Be ready in thirty.
Okay, I’m bringing the car around. Be ready in thirty.Lorenzo’s inquiry held a note of impatience. “Who was that?”
“That was your Nonna,” my annoyan
