“What? Shut up.” I say as I stare at her.
My sister has a big mouth and I’m pretty sure I should’ve kept my big mouth shut. But now I’m fucked. She smiles at me, one of those smiles that tells you she knows what you’re thinking. Which isn’t different for us, I mean she is my triplet and the three of us have always been very close. But there are times like this I wish we actually had triplet telepathy. Because I need my sister to keep her opinions to herself.
“We’re going to have so much fun tonight.” Fiorella gives me another one of her smiles and I sigh.
“Can I go to hockey game too?” Giancarlo asks.
“Of course, amore. You’ll have to wear your ear protection while we’re there.”
“Otay, papà.” He smiles.
I still can’t take my eyes off Gabriela. But I can feel someone staring at me. I turn and see two someones. My mamà and Fiorella are smiling at me as they whisper. Fuck me. My sister and her big fat mouth has told our mamà something. And I have a pretty good guess as to what it is.
I sigh at them and shake my head as they continue to smile and whisper.
“You know it’s not polite to whisper when there’s people around, right?” I say to them.
“I don’t mind saying out loud what I told mamà.” Fiorella smiles.
And there’s that evil sister smile again.
“So what time are we leaving for the game?” I say, trying to change the subject.
Fiorella laughs. “We need to leave by three-thirty.”
“Well then I should get little man home to get a nap in.”
I look over at Giancarlo and he’s sitting on Gabriela’s lap. She’s talking to him and he’s nodding and smiling. Even my son can see something special about Gabriela. I walk over to them.
“Come on Carlo, you need to take a nap if you want to go to the hockey game tonight.”
“Can Gabby come and take a nap wif me?”
I chuckle. “I don’t think Gabriela needs to take a nap.”
Giancarlo frowns. “Why not? I haf too.”
“Well Gabriela isn’t two years old.”
“No fair. I almost tree.” He pouts.
“I’ll see you after you take your nap.” She smiles and hugs him.
“You pwomise? Papà says you can’t bwake pwomises.”
“I promise.”
Giancarlo sighs and hops off her lap and takes my hand.
“We’ll see you back at the house.” I say to her.
“Would you like me to bring you some pastries?”
“If there’s any apple strudel’s that would be really nice. Thank you.”
“I’ll make sure to save you some.”
Giancarlo and I head home, all I can think about is Gabriela. And how I really don’t want her to meet the hockey team tonight.
