Street Talk
Wilmington, Delaware
I was tired when I got home, and I faced a horrific outlook for the night. Angie would be ticked off that I was out so late working on the “so-called case” as she called it, and even worse, dinner was long over and I was damn hungry. I opened the door and stepped inside, tossing my briefcase on the chair. “Hey, Angie, I finally made it.”
She and Rosa were at the dining room table, working on what looked like homework. Both of them were twirling their hair behind their ears and humming. Just like Mamma Rosa. It was one of the many things I loved so much about both of them. Maybe I had made out okay after all.
Rosa jumped up and ran to me, excited. She wrapped her arms around me and hugged.
“Good to have you home, Dad.”
Her greeting was a sure sign that
