~ Spaghetti Romances | BOOK 2 ~
“I’m here!” Lena Tortellani banged through the door of her parents’ home, tossing her bags onto the nearby chair and pausing to inhale the wonderful aroma of slow-cooked spaghetti sauce wafting from the kitchen. “Oh, the gravy smells so good.” One of the best things about coming over for Sunday dinner was the smell.
“Hello, Nero.” She tossed the cat a live goldfish from her brother’s fish tank. “Enjoy.”
“Don’t mind, if I do.” The black feline rolled onto his back to catch the incoming snack.
The glorious scent of Sunday dinner beckoned Lena toward the kitchen where she knew fresh made pasta, an antipasto to rival any high-end Italian restaurant, and bottles of Dad’s homemade wine waited. She ripped a piece of freshly baked bread from the loaf she’d bought at Rappinelli’s. The bakery made the best bread in town.
Voices chattered, yelled was a better description, from the kitchen, cluing Lena in to the fact her family may have already started dinner. With bread in dunking position she headed toward the sounds of her family and the smell of the perfect meal.
“Mmm. I smell basil and pepperoni. Dad made the wood-fired pizza, didn’t he?” she asked Nero, her mother’s familiar.
“Yeah, but, uh, you probably don’t want to go there.” The cat used a very sharp claw to pick at a fishbone stuck between his front teeth. “I’ve been dying to eat that little bastard since he arrived three days ago.” His tongue rubbed the space between his teeth. “Been giving me the eye since Ralph dumped him in the tank.”
Ralph was Lena’s older-by-thirteen-seconds twin brother. They’d been in a constant rush to beat each other since conception, and she’d always been annoyed he came out first, a fact he enjoyed pointing out at regular intervals.
“You know, there is nothing like bread fresh out of the oven.” Lena ate the end of the still warm loaf. “I’m going to make a meatball sandwich with this piece. I’ve been craving one all day. That spaghetti sauce smells scrumptious.” She held up the other half.
“Yeah, nothing like it.” Nero snorted, and his attention darted toward the kitchen. “If you like magic meatballs.”
Lena froze, leg up in the air, trapped in mid step. “Did you say magic?”
The cat grinned like the devil. “Nonna is in rare form, and she’s working on the meatballs.”
The voices beyond the door separating the living room from the giant eat-in kitchen grew louder. It wasn’t unusual for a little Sunday afternoon argument to brew. The Tortellanis, at least this side of the family, weren’t known for their agreements. They liked to argue for the sheer sake of arguing. So, one more argument sounded about right.
“That’s not what I said!” Nonna yelled.
“Yes, it is!” Ralph hollered.
“Don’t yell at your nonna,” Lena’s mother said in her usual soft-spoken voice.
Whomp! The familiar sound of a wooden spoon hitting the back of someone’s head preceded Ralph’s yelp. “Nonna!”
“One! One meatball, that’s all! No one needs more than one meatball!” she hollered.
“Ma, calm down,” Lena’s dad, Giacomo said.
“What? Just like your father!” Nonna yelled. Whomp!
“Ow! Ma!” Giacomo yelled.
“What’s happening?” Lena stopped short. Something about the intensity of Nonna’s voice told Lena there was a problem.
Maybe it was more than the intensity. It might have been the topic. Certain meatballs were sacred as far as Nonna was concerned. If Nero was telling the truth, (which he was known not to do on occasion so there was still some hope) these magic meatballs would turn Lena’s happy life into a disastrous mess.
Nero grinned, and the little black cat Lena had once loved took on the appearance of a panther on the prowl. “Oh, the meatballs are ready.” He tossed back his head and laughed, and Lena was happy to see him lose his balance and fall off the back of the couch. “I’m fine.” He jumped back into place.
Lena’s stomach turned. Her traitorous feet headed toward the kitchen in the direction her starving belly begged to go, but her brilliant, yet, stringy arms reached for anything she could to keep herself in place. “You couldn’t have warned me on the front lawn?”
“Now, what fun would that have been?” Nero’s tail swished.
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