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“That’s probably smart.”
“Are you hungry?”
She grips her stomach. “Starving.”
“Okay, I’ll whip something up for dinner.”
“Can I do anything to help?”
“Nah, that’s okay.”
She gives me a funny look.
I don’t respond. Instead, I go over to the freezer and pull out a pizza.
“Ah, okay. I trust you not to mess that up.”
“I swear, you screw up one lasagna, and you never hear the end of it.”
“You sprinkled the top with sugar!”
“I thought it was salt!”
“Well, yeah. That’s obvious. But it doesn’t make the mistake any less hilarious.”
“Come on. You have to admit that it didn’t taste that terrible.”
“…if you like dessert pasta, sure.”
I lightly fling a dish towel in her direction. I wish she could talk to Mae and ask her about the delicious Romanian food I recently made her.
“At least the lower layers were edible,” she finally admits.
“Exactly! Thank you.”
“But Lorraine still jokes about the day Dean made ‘pasghetti pie’ for us.”
I smile and nod. “She’s still struggling with those darn s’s, huh?”
“It’s getting better. But I feel bad taking her to the speech therapist because it’s so cute—”
“I’m sure. But you’re doing the right thing. It’s adorable while she’s little…and less so when she’s grown.”
“Oh, Dr. Carpenter is fantastic, by the way. Thank you so much for the recommendation.”
“No problem. I’m glad you like her. She really helped Dyl out with his stuttering as a kid.”
I walk over and start preheating the oven.
“So, are we going to talk about whatever is going on between you and your pretty neighbor lady?” she asks.
“What do you mean?”
“Don’t play dumb with me, boy. I know you far too well. You have a crush on her.”
“Do not.”
“Dean, please!”
