Chapter 5
“Alright, the lasagnes are done.” Maria reached over and turned off the timer, then maneuvered two large lasagne trays—one with red sauce and meat, and one white vegetarian—out of the oven and onto the counter, where two trivets were ready and waiting. “They need to sit, so they’ll be ready whenever we are. The rolls are sliced, the salad’s already mixed, and Dion only needs five minutes for the green beans, so I think we’re all set. Unless you think we’re missing something?”
“Ma, it’s just a family dinner,” Chris said. “If anything’s missing, someone can run out and pick it up. Calm down.”
Maria shot her an unimpressed look. “There is no quicker way to rile someone up than to tell them to calm down. And I am calm. I’m just trying to keep things on point.”
Chris raised an eye
