The Promise(46)
“She wanted to cook, she should have brought over what she needed,” Benny noted. “I was gonna get takeout barbeque.”
Vinnie’s eyes sliced back to his son and he hissed, “Jesus, don’t let her hear you say that shit.”
“Why?” Benny asked.
“’Cause family’s gonna come callin’. Boy, you know you don’t serve takeout barbeque to family comin’ callin’.”
“I’m a single guy, Pop. They’re lucky I thought about feeding them at all,” Benny returned, and I couldn’t hold it back, my body started shaking with suppressed giggles.
Feeling it, Benny’s hand that was resting on my waist gave me a squeeze.
“Go in the kitchen and help her find somethin’ she can use to assemble the lasagna,” Vinnie ordered.
“Pop, I don’t own anything she can use to assemble the lasagna,” Benny replied.
“Then get your ass to the store and buy something she can use to assemble the lasagna,” Vinnie kept ordering.
“That shit is just not gonna happen,” Ben growled.
My body started shaking harder.
“Vinnie!” Theresa shouted from the kitchen. “I got the noodles laid out! Where’s my dish?”
“Ben doesn’t have one!” Vinnie shouted back.
“What?” Theresa yelled in a borderline screech. “I got the noodles laid out! What am I supposed to do with noodles and sauce and cheese and no dish?”
I lifted a hand, curled it around Benny’s thigh, tucked my face in it, and snorted.
“Jesus, shit, I’ll go to the store,” Benny mumbled testily. I felt his thigh muscles tense in preparation to get up, even as I felt his hand glide to the back of my neck to nonverbally tell me he was getting up.
I lifted my head and looked up at him, grinning.
He was not grinning.
“It’s good you’re amused, babe, but this shit is not funny,” he stated right when the doorbell went.
I turned my head and aimed my eyes over the back of the couch.
“They’re here!” Theresa shrieked from the kitchen.
I lost purchase on Benny’s thigh, then I lost purchase on the couch when Benny lifted me up and set me on my sandals.
We turned and I saw Vinnie was already at the door, huge smile on his face, opening it.
Ben took my hand and started us toward the door when Theresa showed, arms up in the air, mouth shouting, “Happy day!”
I heard, “Uncle Vinnie! Aunt Theresa!” shouted back in teenaged girls voices, but I couldn’t see them.
Ben and I made it to the foyer and waited in it for a full three minutes while Theresa pushed out to the stoop and grabbed everyone’s face, jerking their head back and forth to give them kisses before they were allowed to come in to get handshakes (Cal) or hugs (Vi and the girls) from Vinnie.
I watched as Cal took his kisses from Theresa like he’d rather wrestle an alligator. But Vi gave her kisses back and a hug, and Vi’s gorgeous daughters acted like Theresa’s signature dramatic welcome was a delight the like they’d never experienced.
The girls hit the foyer and practically bowled Cal and their mother over to rush Benny, shouting, “Benny!”
He let me go just in time to get hit by them both. He went back on a foot, steadied, and put his arms around them, murmuring something I didn’t catch because I was completely drawn in by the scene.
This was because something about it didn’t strike me right. It was beautiful watching Ben give affection to Vi’s gorgeous girls, downright dazzling.
But I was under the impression that Vi and Cal were relatively new, so I wondered how the girls were so tight with everyone so quickly.
“Hey.” I heard.
I turned my head to see Vi close and I completely forgot about watching the dazzling display of Benny Bianchi giving affection to two young girls.
“Hey,” I replied, looking into Violet’s eyes.
I didn’t think about it, her visit, except to look forward to seeing her, like she was a close gal pal who lived a few hours away, and thus, we didn’t have cocktails every Friday night but instead had to make plans for special occasions.
Looking into her eyes right then, seeing her in normal circumstances for the first time ever, it hit me that the last time I saw her, Daniel Hart was pointing a gun to her head. The entire time I’d made her acquaintance, our lives were in danger or we were running for them.
Together.
She did not let me separate from her when it probably would have been prudent.
And I did not let her separate from me when it probably would have been prudent.
We’d stuck together.
And we’d made it through.
Looking at her beautiful face in the foyer of Ben’s home, I felt it happening, my face crumbling, as I watched it happen to her. And then we were in each other’s arms, holding close, so fucking tight, my face shoved in her neck, hers in mine.