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from Moon Dance by Shirley Holder Platt

Copyright © 2019–2020 Shirley Holder Platt

Chapter 4 - Mia

I drove Nonna to church Sunday morning. All she wanted to do was talk about Peter and what a nice boy he was. When I told her that nothing was going to happen in that department, she got quiet. As I pulled into the parking lot for All Saints, she finally spoke her mind.

“Is good,” she said. “He’s not Catholic.”

I knew she wasn’t as particular as my parents, and my mind went immediately to Miles. I needed to stop thinking about him. He wasn’t available. Dang, why is it that all the good guys are taken?

Mom, Dad, Nonna and I went to get burgers after church and took them back to Nonna’s. We all bemoaned the closing of Roznovsky’s Hamburgers. The place had been a tradition with us. We thought it was an institution in our Heights neighborhood, but it closed when the owner died. We’re still looking for a hamburger as good as we used to get there.

My phone was on vibrate in my purse, so I missed Espy when she called during lunch. Espy is my best friend. We used to get into all kinds of capers when she was single, but she’s settled down with her fiancĂ© to the point of being boring. It was just as well that I missed the call, because my parents go berserk when I pull my phone out at the table.

Her message set my heart fluttering. She told me that the woman I’d seen Miles with was his sister and the kid was his nephew. I grabbed Romeo and danced with him in my living room to Sophie’s “Immaterial.”

Now if he’d pick up the phone and call me. What is it with guys?

I called Espy back.

“What did he say?” I said as soon as she answere...

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