Three
Mood Indigo
Amber
Yes, f**k you, Luca Ferraro. f**k you…
Technically, I hate eating family style. There’s just too much potential for things to go wrong. But tonight, I pull the platter close to me with a smile. And his thunderous silence is worth any spillage that might occur when I use a pair of salad tongs to pull noodles covered in homemade spaghetti sauce onto my plate.
It could use some parm, but other than that, it’s a pretty good replication of my mom’s recipe, especially considering that I had to use Asian noodles, so as not to tip his flunky cousin off to what I had planned when I gave him my list. It’s good enough, and I take another smug bite as I wait for Luca to explode.
But then there comes the scrape of the platter, being pulled away from the side of my plate. A
