Page 4 of Enzo
Bullshit
ENZO
Glad you’re okay, darlin’. I’m really looking forward to the lasagna tonight
KAIL
See if you get any, asshole
VIC
Come by the house tomorrow, E, if Kail doesn’t put out tonight. I’m making lasagna—just got done canning the gravy.
KAIL
If you loved me, and in my time of distress, you’d drop some at my house. Had to steal some from Nona for my lasagna.
VIC
Mmm no. You’re on your own
KAIL
Traitor
LARA
Some of that sauce is for me, sucker!
PAPA
At least you refuse to disgrace our ancestors with your terrible cooking
Biting my lip I hold back my laugh, because unbeknownst to our father—but one of the best-kept secrets my brothers and I have—is that Lara did once try to make the family gravy. We were sworn to secrecy about the science experiment gone wrong that it turned out to be, but we will never let her live it down either.
VIC
Yeah, at least there’s that…
LARA
Fuck off
PAPA
Children, play nice.
Chuckling, I put my phone away and move to sit at the kitchen table. “Do you have any non-toxic food?”
Papa snorts. “I have a few muffins left from the other day… here.”
He grabs a paper towel and a muffin, sitting opposite me at the table. “What are you up to today? Not working?”
I shake my head. “Nope. Did a bunch of chores before I went and begged Nona for a thing of sauce—I’m fully out and haven’t had time to make any. Lasagna is chilling in the fridge now, and I’ll put it on in about an hour or so.”
“I can make you a batch of gravy if you need to stock up. Not like I don’t have the time.”
I shake my head. “Nah, it’s okay. Thanks, though. I have the weekend off, so I’ll make it then.”
