Rosie laughed but didn’t answer. “I’m glad you’re doing well, socially. But honey, that boss and the extra job you’re not getting paid for need to go.”
“I know.”
“Speaking of needing to go… Your mother. Is she still being a pushy bitch?”
“Aunt Rosie,” Justine said, sputtering with laughter.
“That’s a yes, then.”
“Kind of. I just… I wish Mallory wasn’t marrying Ted. She’s too good for him.”
“But it’s her choice. Just like it was Angela’s to follow your dad into business and marry the man he approved of. Good old Scott. What a gem,” Rosie said dryly. “And now they’re trying to procreate, you say?”
“Yep. And Mallory will be soon enough. She’s getting married next week, you know. Eight more days.”
“I wish I could be there.” Pause. “No, I really don’t. But I’ll get her a nice wedding gift and celebrate it when I get back. But enough about your idiot sister.”
Justine tried but couldn’t quell her wide grin, glad no one could see it.
“What do you think of the other tenants? That Adam in 1A, he’s a cutie, isn’t he? And Benji? Geeky but sweet.”
“Everyone’s actually really nice. We had the most amazing water balloon fight.”
It was some time later before she realized she’d been talking to Rosie for a good half hour. “Oh shoot. I need to go. Sendpictures of your handsome Italian men, and call me next week, would you?”
“For my favorite niece, anything.Ciao, bella!” Her aunt made a kissy sound and disconnected.
Justine rushed out of bed and threw on an oversized shirt and shorts. She found Xavier in his boxer briefs drinking coffee in her kitchen.
“I’m so sorry. Aunt Rosie was on the phone.”
He gave her wide smile. “How’s Rosie doing? I miss her.”
“She’s great. Breaking hearts left and right, I’m sure. And giving everyone unasked for advice.”
“That’s the Rosie Gallo I know.” He chuckled and sipped his coffee. “Want a cup?
“Sure.” She watched him move around her aunt’s kitchen, amused. “You sure do know your way around this place.”
“Rosie and I have spent many a morning drinking coffee and realizing how people should be living their lives.”
“Oh?”
He cleared his throat. “Um, yeah, you know. Gossiping about our neighbors.”
“Aunt Rosie has opinions and she’s not afraid to share. She could give Aunt Truth a run for her money.”
He just stared at her. “Aunt Truth?”
“You know. Aunt Truth? The big syndicated advice columnist? I follow her. She’s always helping everyone with their problems.”
“What about you? Ever written in to ask for advice?”
“Nah. I usually have my family to tell me what to do,” she said with no small amount of sarcasm.
“That I can believe.” He snorted. “Man. Your family dinner was tough.” He sipped his coffee. “Sorry. That sounded pretty judgmental. I’m sure they only mean well.”
She lifted a brow.
