it, but you didnât really mean it.â
âMaybe Aunt Gayleâs right, honey.â He looked at Tom. âThank you. I know bringing her over wasnât an easy decision.â
âNo problem.â
âUncle Tomâs going to take you home now,â said Gino. âBut tomorrow, weâre going to talk to the court lady and see if you can stay longer next time.â He hastily added, âWith Uncle Tom or Aunt Gayle present, of course.â
Tom glanced down at his daughter. His mouth felt full of cotton. âUh, look, if you want us to come in for a few minutes, I donât see any harm.â
Gino smiled from ear to ear, and without another word, carried his daughter into the house. Tom and Janie followed and closed the door. They moved to the family room, Gino and Angie refusing to let go of each other.
âWhy donât Janie and I go into the kitchen and have a soda so you two can talk,â said Tom.
Gino nodded. âTake off your jacket and make yourself comfortable.â
âThanks, Iâll keep it on. Little chilly in here.â He walked into the kitchen with Janie following close behind. She sat down at the kitchen table and he poured a couple of Cokes over ice. If ever he needed a little something to take the edge off, it was now. He opened Ginoâs liquor cabinet, retrieved a half-filled bottle of Jack, and poured two fingers into his Coke.
âIs Uncle Gino going to jail?â asked Janie.
âI donât know for sure, but he probably will. He did a very bad thing.â
âI know, he killed Aunt Rosie. But you know what?â
âWhat?â
âI donât think he meant it. I think it was the brain germs.â
How was he supposed to respond to that? Tell her sheâs right, and the only reason Uncle Gino smashed Aunt Rosieâs brain to mush was because her father goofed up and decided not to murder anybody?
âI think it was the brain germs too, honey, but that will be for a judge and jury to decide.â
âIf he goes to jail, whoâs gonna take care of Angie?â
âWe all will, sweetie.â He looked through the door to the family room, where he saw Gino sitting inches from his daughter talking earnestly. Tom couldnât hear what he was saying, but he didnât need to. Gino would be explaining how he loved her mother and he doesnât know what got into him. And maybe he did get sick, and the sickness made him do it, and he loved her very much, and no matter what happened, she needed to be strong.
Tom glanced at the kitchen clockâalmost eleven thirty already. His chest tightened. Could he do this? He drained his drink and reentered the family room.
âSorry, but itâs after eleven,â said Tom. âNeed to get these girls to bed.â
âCatchinâ a cold? Your voice sounds funny.â
âSore throat. Bug goinâ around.â
Forget about my throat, you should feel the battery acid sloshing around in my stomach
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âYou need to take care of yourself,â said Gino.
âYeah.â This time his throat was so tight, the word was barely more than mouthed.
âAngie, you go on back to Janieâs house with Uncle Tom,â said Gino. âIâm going to talk to Aunt Gayle tomorrow, and weâre going to work something out so maybe you can come home. Would you like that?â She nodded, wiped her eyes with her sleeve, and gave Gino a last hug.
âYou girls go on out to the car and lock the door,â said Tom. âIâll be out in a minute. I need to talk to Uncle Gino.â
Janie took her cousinâs hand and walked her out of the house. Tom watched to make sure they were safe, then closed the door. Gino turned to him.
âI want you to know I didnât mean to kill her.â
âI know. Letâs go into the kitchen to talk.â Gino followed Tom into the kitchen and sat down while Tom pulled two beers from the