“Come downstairs,” Rocco said to Nick. “I fix.” He beamed proudly. “Johnny’s got a problem, but I fix…”
“How bout after dinner, Pop?” Johnny suggested. “Show ʼem after—”
“I wanna show him—”
“Sure, we’ll look now,” Nick said as he edged over toward Julia. “I wanna see how far he’s gotten.” He put his arms around his sister-in-law, squeezed her. She was wearing a long, flowing, navy-blue dress detailed in silver, cinched at the waist to show her figure, with stockings and heels. “You lookin good, Mama!” Nick fluttered his eyebrows lustfully.
“Nicky,” Julia giggled, “you stop that.” She pushed him away. “Somebody go up and call Jason.” Julia turned to Dana—who was in a simple cotton poplin smock and out-of-season fisherman mules with squat heels and lug soles—gave her a most proper hug, s
