“Mom, you and Giorgio were going to get married?”
I hadn"t thought through this discussion before dinner began. And Julie"s question made me realize how unprepared I was to tell her everything that was in my head. But I knew that I had come too far to turn back.
“Yes, honey, we talked about it.”
“Talking about it is not the same thing as deciding to do it.”
I chuckled a little, knowing that Julie was searching for more definitive answers. I looked across the table at her as she poured more wine into my glass. I could tell she was on my side, in a vague, vicarious way, and she was keeping the conversation alive by offering more wine.
I stared deeply into Julie"s eyes for the first time that evening, hoping to get a clear understanding of her mood and how this news had affected her. I s
