Chapter 90

There are also soft glows of light coming off from the other shops and when I step out of the car, the air smells of warm pastries. I realize it's coming from the bakery down the street. I make a mental note to stop by after we get done at Accuardi's. We drift into the warm and small restruant that smells equally as good. I can't help but stare as one girl walks carrying a platter of pizza that is topped with goey cheese and pepperino. It's not long before a perky hostess takes us to a table located in the back and hands us our menu's. She wishes a nice meal and then skips off.  The waitress stops by between tables and takes our order. It's only when our food is in front of us and I've already scooped up a slice of hot pizza that I say, "So, what's up?" My dad shrugs and brushes a stray of inky black hair back. "Nothing. Why?" "I don't know. I just figured you wanted to tell me something."  He frowns, "What?"