Six

Six

Not all of the family was back in the Old Country. I had an aunt named Thalia who came to visit at least once a month. She lived in New York, with her three sons, and her husband. I hadn’t met any of them. I wasn’t exactly invited to family events. But, because the family knew my secret, my uncle liked to send people to check in on me.

I was unsurprised when I got a call from my Mama on Saturday morning. “Are you working today?” she asked.

I sat up in bed. “No. Why?”

“Your aunt is coming. She wants to have lunch with you.”

I froze. “What? Why?”

“I’m not sure,” said Mama, “but dress nicely, and get here before noon.”

I groaned. “Okay.”

I got up and showered. As I was in the middle of getting dressed, the door to my room opened. A low whistle made me jump. I turned around and was surprised to see Cesare standing there.

He smirked. “You look gorgeous. Who are you seeing?”