A Family Affair: The Gift (Truth in Lies Book 10) by Mary Campisi

Author:Mary Campisi
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781942158189
Publisher: Mary Campisi Books, LLC
Published: 2016-08-18T04:00:00+00:00

8

Pop believed in God, angels walking the earth, and miracles, in that order. He swore they could be found every single day and all a person had to do was open his eyes and his heart for the opportunity. Every. Single. Day. He could say this because he’d witnessed it too many times to think otherwise and because he personally knew an angel or two, even had a favorite. Her name was Lily Desantro. Pop smiled at the angel in question and dang if she didn’t light up brighter than a sunrise.

“I’m ready to start measuring,” she said. “When’s the lady coming?”

He’d bet Tula Rae hadn’t been called a lady in a lot of years, and he bet she wasn’t one bit offended. The woman was a tough bird, maybe tougher than he was, with a stubborn streak the length of Route 66. “She ought to be here soon. Now she doesn’t know about pizzelle making and we’re going to dazzle her, aren’t we?” Pop grinned when Lily’s blue eyes sparkled.

“Yes, we are!” She lifted her measuring cup, clicked it against the wooden spoon in Pop’s hand. “We’re going to show her that pizzelles rule!”

But the second Tula Rae walked through the door, braid swinging, tie-dyed exercise suit and sneakers making her look like a fireworks display, Pop knew Lily was a goner. She started with I like your braid, how cool are those sneakers, and even Pop, you should get a T-shirt like this one. And the kicker, Can I get one like that? Talk about forgetting the mission. The blabber continued with Tula Rae taking it all in and Lily so busy studying the woman that she almost forgot to add the vanilla to the pizzelle mixture.

Twenty-three minutes later, Pop handed Tula Rae a warm pizzelle. “Now, take a try of that, fresh out of the iron, and tell me it’s not one of the best things you ever tasted.” Pop nodded, watched as Tula Rae bit into the warm, crispy pizzelle.

Lily leaned forward, mouth slightly open, eyes wide. Waiting. “Do you like it, Ms. Rae?”

Three more bites and a tilt of her head. “Name’s Tula Rae. Call me Ms. Rae one more time and I’ll think you’re talking about my mother who would be over one hundred years old if she were still walking this earth.” She lifted a brow. “You sayin’ I’m over a hundred?”

Giggle, giggle. “No, Ms. Rae.” Lily clamped a hand over her mouth, stared at the woman, eased her hand to the side. “I mean Tula Rae.”

“That’s right, darlin’, now you’re making sense. And I sure do fancy these Italian cookies, but I’d like them a mite sweeter.” She tossed a glance at Pop. “How about some powdered sugar? Never can have enough of that.”

Powdered sugar? On his pizzelles? Before he had time to tell her all the reasons the pizzelle was sweet enough, Lily ran to the baking cupboard and removed the silver shaker filled with powdered sugar that he used for French toast—not pizzelles.

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