Bab 108: Chapter 108

“You gonna tell me what that was about?” Wills stared after him.

I had to think fast, although it killed me that I was going to lie to him. I’d have to tell him about this, but not now, not today. “Alax and I never got along. He was just bringing up old grudges. He’s as bad as your Uncle Tony.”

“Shit, I’m sorry you have to have one of those in your family.”

I held my hands out palms up and gave him a slight smile. “That’s the way it goes.”

“I guess. Now, what were you going to show me?”

“The school I used to go to is right down this street.” And I started talking casually about classes, teachers, and friends, and the hazard was neatly sidestepped.

It wasn’t the best Easter I’d ever spent with my family. I’d lost my appetite and pushed the hiroméri, the smoked, salted pork, from one side of my plate to the other, and made a shambles of Kokkina—pasxalina avga—the dyed red Easter eggs, cracking the shells too hard and crumbling the yolk and white.