As Marco read the large text aloud, my heart raced and my head buzzed with questions. Is this a sign? Do I even believe in signs? What does the new Andy think of all of this? How would she react?

Fortunately, the tantalizing smell of Marcia’s ribollita shook me from my stupor just in time for Marco to finish up.

“The end.” He smiled up at me.

“Best narrator ever,” I said, messing up his curls.

“Now can I play on your iPad?” ...