Looking up at him, Carmella could see Nick processing her proposal. That or he was really enjoying the Piping Plover, Carmella wasn’t sure. She nuzzled her head against his hand. Nick tossed the bird into the trash can under Carmella’s desk and his knife on top. Suddenly he grabbed his sister, pulling her up, spinning her around and putting down her on top of his lap. Carmella wiggled across his lap until she sat comfortably and upright looking into her brother’s stonewall face.
John had always been a particularly unnerving man. So much so, that if you were a twelve year old boy standing in the walk-in-pantry, facing the wall when the door to the kitchen opened the hair on your arms would raise straight up in the air. Goosebumps would form and ripple across your whole body….