Page 280 of White Collar Brothers Complete Set
Her shoulders slump and she puts on that look. The one she’s going to use to guilt me into going wherever it is she’s headed. I should just agree now, but I wait.
“I woke up not feeling good. So I order food for dinner and now we’re late. We need to go now.”
“What’s wrong?” I approach her to feel her forehead like I do for Ryder, but she shoos me away. “Where did you order from?”
“Anna Mancini. Come.”
You’ve got to be shitting me.
Before I can argue, she’s out the door and down the steps. Since she’s not feeling well, I decide to be a good Italian daughter.
All we have to do is pick up the food and leave. What’s the harm in that? Maybe I won’t even see Dom.
