“Yes, I do. Will you let me do that?”
“No.”
“Oh, okay. That’s fair. I’m really sorry. I’ll let you go—”
“I’m kidding, Fizzy.”
“Oh my god.”
There were muffled sounds in the background, and I frowned. “Are you crying?”
“Yes. Sorry. I had planned to be tough, but I’m losing the battle with my emotions right now.”
“Shit. Baby, I’m sorry. Where are you?”
“I’m at home. It’s okay. I just need to take a few deep breaths and calm down. Can I call you back?”
She hung up and I glanced around the room. “One of you women needs to stop stuffing food in my face and stuff me into one of your cars.”
“What’s going on?” Katie asked.
“I need to get to Waverly’s place. Pronto.”
“Everything okay?”
I grinned. “She wants to make up.”
A series of feminine voices squealed in excitement.
Katie clapped her hands. “Let me grab my purse.”
“How much have you had to drink?” Angelica asked.
“Two glasses of wine.”
“You can’t drive my brother around tipsy.”
“That’s Italian sober,” I retorted.
Angelica rolled her eyes. “I’ll take you, I haven’t had any.”
I sighed. “Can you drop me off and not interfere?”
“When have Ieverinterfered?”
“High school wrestling when he got that point taken away,” Bianca said.
“Oh, that girl that lied about him peeping on her in the locker room when he was with us at the restaurant,” Frankie added. “All because he said he wouldn’t go to the dance with her.”
“When Mom said he wasn’t allowed those cookies before dinner and you slipped him two,” Azzura said.
“You saw that?” Angelica asked.
“I seeeverything,” she sassed.
“That time—”
“Okay, okay, enough.” Angelica held up her hands. “I won’t interfere.”
