I don't have a damn clue what on earth I'm doing right now so I don't have a proper description and for the time being this is a stab in the dark.
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Aila is a teenage girl that has endured so much in her life already. There's on...
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"How's your stab wound holdin' up?" Dante asks.
"Oh, fine. It really wasn't that bad in the first place but Lucas seems to be a bit persistent," I respond, chuckling.
"Well, I mean, you werestabbed," he states with a little concern lacing his voice. I almost didn't notice it but when I try, I'm pretty good at reading people.
"Pfft, barely. It was a flesh wound," I say dismissively.
"Actually, it could have been much worse if he aimed a little to the right," Amedeo expresses.
"See! You are welcome," Lucas says poking my shoulder when he said every word in the last sentence.
I'm saved from this conversation when G runs into the sitting room with Aldo and Matteo following.
G jumps onto my lap while Matteo tries to catch his breath.
"You alright, there?" I ask him.
"Yeah. I... was playing... catch with Giuseppe... and I kept falling," he huffs out and flops onto an armchair.
Lucas and I laugh silently.
"How exactly did you fall a bunch of times?" Lucas inquires.
"I don't know. The furniture just doesn't seem to like me today," Matteo answers sarcastically.
"Do you have to be home at a certain time?" Lucas asks.
Home? Strange way to describe it but whatever. "Nah, I don't think so but I do actually have a thing I need to be at."
"What is it?" G asks.
"Uh..." Does he know that races are a thing? I dunno if I should say anything. "I'm supposed to be at a race."
"Like, down near Farrah's?" Amedeo questions.
I think Farrah's is the name of that car shop near the track.
"Yeah, you guys know the place?" I respond.
"Uh-huh, we used to go all the time," Amedeo answers.
"You don't go anymore?"
"Not as much but sometimes."
"You guys can come if you want?"
"Can I come?" G puts out to the room.
"Not this time, sorry buddy," Aldo says.
"Can't blame me for trying." He smiles sweetly up to his dad.
I smile at the scene but there's a part of me that's envious of what they have.
G yawns so Aldo comes over and picks him up. "Time for bed, bud."
