Chapter 38
Monday evening after his last class, Gavin texts Brody a quick message—love u, will talk later—then heads over to Marian’s. He’s been looking forward to her spaghetti all day; funny how he doesn’t think about it for months and then, after she mentioned it, he can’t get it out of his mind. She’s a traditionalist when it comes to pasta. No twists or shells or fancy little things with hard to pronounce Italian names for her. It’s thin spaghetti and nothing else. When Gavin lived with her, he once made the mistake of buying fettuccine noodles instead and she refused to use them. “I’m not making fettuccine alfredo,” she argued. “I’m making spaghetti. The name of the dish is the type of pasta you use.”
“Nonsense,” Gavin argued. “You don’t call it angel hair if you use angel hair pas
