Watching Rosa feign disinterest was a fascinating study of proper mob wife behavior.
“Well, I need to make a few calls. I’ll see you both at dinner tonight.” Marco cleared his cup and left us alone.
Rosa’s eyes followed Marco until the second he was out of sight, then her gaze fell to me, and she tilted her head.
“Oh! You’re good.” I laughed, tossing a balled-up napkin at her.
“There’s no point in trying to pull anything from Marco when you were in the room.”
“And I’m sure you know as much as I do from your command center here in the kitchen.”
Rosa grinned, and we fell into a back-and-forth gossip session.