Nonna sat in the pew right outside, grinning like the cheshire cat, and I about had a heart attack. How the hell had she snuck up on me? “I see you took my advice,” she said. My face flushed with warmth, but as I stepped out of the booth, I decided to feign ignorance. There was no way she could have known what I’d done. She hadn’t even seen Junior. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” She crowed with laughter. “Tell that to the handprint on your neck.”
