Mama said grace and we crossed ourselves before she began filling plates and passing them around the table. Mama was a fantastic cook and the restaurant had been her brainchild. Papa would do anything for her and he invested more money than he had into the business. Years later, they had made enough to retire twice and pay for my college tuition. Marco didn’t want to go to college. Instead, he took a few business courses and was in line to take over the business when Papa decided he’d had enough. That was fine by me. I wasn’t really interested in running a business and Marco had the business mind.
I took the plate from my mom. “This looks delicious, Mama,” I said, smiling at her.
She patted my hand briefly before filling another plate and passing it to me to pass to Marco. She set anot
