"Yes, she invited herself and my dad out to stay for a week or so this summer," he said, smiling. "Did you think you were going to avoid my parents forever?"

"Well, I was hoping we'd avoid my mom forever, so I don't know."

"She's crazy for grandchildren, by the way, so I'd be careful how much you talk to her about wanting to get pregnant."

He began putting dough through the pasta maker, and it quietly began humming away, creating fettuccine noodles. So I was going to live here this summer, spending time with Daddy, and then going to work for Ahmed and Michelle, while actually making money. Perhaps...