Chapter 171

"Dad's dead." I dropped down on Talia's couch, my black socks with the hole in the toe a stark contrast to her white plush rug.

Growing up, our home had been cozy and cluttered. It was a place that was well lived-in and well loved. Her apartment these days was ruthlessly maintained by a housekeeper. I'd never seen a speck of dust or a dish left out on the counter, and her furniture was the latest in high-end contemporary design, where comfort had somehow been left out of the aesthetic.

"Here." She handed me a piece of Scotch tape, measuring that she had enough wrapping paper to cover the box of dishes. "When I fold the paper over, tape it down for me."

"Did you hear me?" I said, waving my tape-covered fingers in front of her face.

"Tape it."

I secured the edges of the paper with the silver wedding bells on it together. "Who's getting married?"

"The Shulmans' daughter."

"Mazel tov. Dad is dead. Care to comment?"