GABRIEL
“Her name is Gia. So how come you call her Gianna?”
“Because…just drop it. And that’s a poor imitation of me if that’s what you were going for.” At least he’d waited until we were alone before starting his shit. The girls were walking ahead of us back to the house, and I guess he’d held it in for as long as he could. “Where’s Uncle Marvin?”
“He went ahead inside, probably lecturing unc about something or another.”
No doubt! Either that or they’re debating something that they won’t ever see eye to eye on. That’s usually the way when those two get together: the Anglican priest and the catholic scholar.
“Hey, what’s for dinner?” His freaking mind flits around more than a two-year-old on meds.
“How the hell should I know? Do I look like the cook?”
