Dinner at my parent’s isn’t a formal affair, even when they’re lucky enough to have my fake brother (my best friend, Matthew) over for pasta. So there we all were…sitting around the table, while my mother assembled marinara with Italian sausage in the kitchen.
Mom: “Megan, you want extra sauce, right?”
Me: “Yes, please.”
Mom: “No sausage, right?”
Me: “No, thank you.”
Mom: “Matthew, sausage?”
Caolinn: “Oh, Uncle Matthew wants hot Italian sausage alright.”
Caolinn and Matthew: (high-fiving)