“As far as I know—I haven’t seen or spoken to her in nearly twenty years.”
“That’s beyond sad,” I said.
“It is what it is.”
“Are you still in Connecticut?” Dani said.
“Not for years. Mickey accepted a partnership with a huge law firm in suburban D.C., and we’ve lived in Alexandria for a dozen years.”
“You and Mom seem to have patched things up a bit.”
“We’re getting there, but it’s a slow process—she asked me to come on this trip because none of the others could—or would—take the time.”
Mrs. Rosati came to the living room door and announced, “By the time those boys are washed up, lunch will be ready.”
“I’ll go get Lucia,” I said.