Gina
I went over to Mario’s house for dinner. I had a feeling if I skipped it, I would have gotten a lecture from him tomorrow at the coffee shop when I got my lunch.
His wife was a sweetheart and welcomed me instantly. Then she refused my help in the kitchen, so Mario showed me his garden. Boy he really loves his tomato plants.
“You have to sing to them. So everyday I sing to them and look, nice juicy tomatoes.” Mario said to me.
I laughed, “And what songs do tomatoes prefer?” I asked him.
“Ah, I sing opera to them. They respond the best to opera.” Mario grinned.
“Papa, are you boring Gina with tomato talk?” I heard from behind me.
I turned to see Zander. I couldn’t help but smile to see he was back from his trip.
“Your back. How was Greece?” I asked him.
“Different but ok. Didn’
