"How long now? Three? Four?" Vee asked.
"Thereabouts..." Val answered, waving vaguely.
Vee laughed quietly and folded a dress into the suitcase. "It will be here before you know it."
"I have been meaning to ask you," Val said, folding a dress with unnecessary care. "What next with the pizza parlour?"
Vee paused with a blouse in her hand.
Val glanced at her. "We really haven’t had the time to pick everything back up since that attack months ago. Tony informed me the workers were done fixing the damages."
Vee looked down at the blouse, smoothing her fingers over the fabric. The pizza parlour. For months, it had been sitting in the back of her mind.
Everything about it felt complicated.
"We were supposed to have your engagement party with Ricardo there," Vee said quietly. "That’s why I wanted us to fix it." Vee swallowed and placed the blouse into the suitcase. "But I don’t know if we can save it, Val."
"What do you mean?"
Vee let out a tired breath and sat on the edge of the bed. "People think I am a murderer. What are the chances we will get customers?" She asked. "Even if we reopen, people will stay away. With the baby coming, you will be busy. And I..." She hesitated. "I will be busy with the famiglia."
Val slowly lowered the scarf in her hand.
"Between both of us, we will have no time," Vee continued quickly. "We should just sell it."
"What are you saying?" she asked. "What do you mean busy with the famiglia?"
"It’s just famiglia stuff," Vee replied. "Helping Luca out."
"With what?" Val asked. "Shooting people?"
Vee’s head snapped up. "Hey, what’s gotten into you?"
Val looked away first, suddenly very interested in folding a nightdress that had already been folded.
"You..." Vee narrowed her eyes. "You are acting weird."
"I’m sorry," Val said quickly. "Hormones."
Vee gave her a dry look. "That can’t be an excuse for everything, you know."
Val smiled faintly. "It’s a convenient one. I use it all the time with Marco. It works."
Vee’s mouth twitched, but her gaze stayed on her sister. "You guys talked about getting married yet?" Vee asked, reaching for another dress and folding it neatly into the suitcase.
Val allowed the subject change. "Yeah. We were thinking once we get to New York."
Vee looked up. "Really?"
"That is if another tragedy doesn’t put a wrench in the plans."
The joke landed poorly, because it wasn’t really a joke. Vee’s fingers paused over the dress.
Then she forced a small smile. "I will include that in my daily prayers."
"At this point, we need to hire a priest full time," Val murmured.
Vee watched her, taking in the way Val kept smoothing the same corner of the dress. Vee understood.


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