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I stood up from Daddy’s lap and hurried around his desk to sit in one of the chairs he had for guests.
“There you two are,” Mom said when she came in. “Let’s go to dinner. I’m starving.”
I was starving too, but for something completely different, I thought as we got into the car.
“Where should we go?” Mom asked as we all buckled our seatbelts.
“How about Russo’s?” Daddy suggested.
When I looked up, he was watching me in the rearview mirror. Russo’s was a small Italian restaurant with red and white checked tablecloths.
I bit my bottom lip as I met his gaze in the mirror and hoped it meant what I thought it meant.
Just as we arrived at the restaurant, Mom got a work call. Daddy used that to his advantage when he requested a booth that was shaped like a half circle. It was usuall
