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“Hi, Grandpa. This is my girl, Molly,” Carmine replied. “This is Albert Wilkes; he came from England with Mom. Albert’s a grandad to us.”
“I never had a grandpa,” I mumbled, shy.
Albert smiled gently. “Always have room for another, although I’m tempted to sell one or two of them.”
“Tony!” a screech echoed, and I cringed.
Albert winced. “On that note, I’m off to my tower. I cannot deal with madam tonight,” he said, chuckling.
“Come on, before I have to play piggy in the middle,” Carmine murmured, taking my hand and leading me away from the stairs.
He led me through a couple of doors and into a large kitchen. Sitting in a chair at an island talking to her husband was Phoe. Drake was leaning back against a worktop as Phoe chatted to him. Another woman was singing as she stood at a stove cooking.
“Hello, son,” Phoe said, her face lighting up as she saw Carmine.
“Hey, Mom,” Carmine replied as he approached Phoe and kissed her cheek. Carmine turned to the second lady and kissed her too. “Mrs Ames.”
“Carmine,” Mrs Ames replied.
To my amusement, Phoe looked past him to me with a welcoming smile.
“You’ve already met my girl, Molly,” Carmine added.
Phoe clapped her hands together and let out a squeal as Drake rolled his eyes.
“Now you done it son,” Drake said, clasping elbows with Carmine and then kissing my forehead. “Welcome to the nut house.”
“Has Eddie stopped shrieking yet?” Phoe asked.
“Nope, she’s hunting Tony,” Carmine replied.
“Should we stop them?” I inquired.
“Nah, as long as they’re not spilling blood, it’s fine. And even then, if it is not rivers of blood, then I’m not too concerned,” Phoe commented blithely.
“Oh.” I looked to Carmine for reassurance.
“Mom let us fight it out, it was better than taking sides,” he explained.
“They won’t really make each other bleed?”
“Molly, my younger siblings are feral,” Carmine stated, and Drake began to laugh.
“You all were fuckin’ wild,” Drake announced.
“Yeah, I’ll deny that.” Carmine chuckled.
“Come and join me, Molly. Drake, get the children to lay the table,” Phoe said.
I was amused when Drake hit a gong as I sat next to Phoe.
“Take a seat, we’ve a few minutes before dinner. Would you like a drink?”
“Do you have a cold coke, please?”
“Sure, Drake, two cokes, baby,” Phoe called, and Drake yelled something back. Moments later, Carmine and Drake joined us, carrying glasses. Carmine and Drake had bottles of beer as they handed us our drinks.
“The mob is laying the table, although Tony is in hiding still,” Drake said.
