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over us,
which at times is intimidating. She wears her hair short and stylish and the
color changes with her moods. It’s currently auburn with caramel highlights;
not flattering in the least.  
         “New
hair color I see.” I took my bowl to the sink and rinsed it. I figured that if
I kept my head down, avoiding eye contact, I wouldn’t have to offer my opinion.
    “Nino hates it,” she seethed. Nino Paragopolous is her on
again, off again boyfriend of four years. He’s a thirty-five year old Greek
restaurant owner, who came over from Greece with his immediate family when he
was a teenager. He seems to be related to everyone, is handsome in a stuffy
sort-of way, and can be irksome. Nino prefers platinum blonde, the color she
had when he met her at his brother Leo’s sports bar.
         “Makes
you look like a hooker,” my dad exclaimed.
         “Jeez,
thanks, Dad.” Spring shot him a look that could wilt fresh-cut roses.
         “So,
what are we seeing?” I needed to change the subject quickly and defuse an
upcoming argument. I know them all too well.
         She
grabbed the paper and pointed to the schedule. “It’s either this romantic
comedy with Matt dreamy…”
         “He’s
a crappy actor,” my dad interjected.
    Spring and I smiled at each other. Dad was very opinionated.
Over the years, we found it easier to agree with him than to debate him. It
took a lot of passion on a subject to convince my dad he might not be entirely
right. He absolutely loved Nino, who agreed with him on all fronts.
         “Yeah,
okay, Dad,” Spring finished, “or this cop thriller with Clint Eastwood. They’re
both at the same time.”
         “Let’s
go with the cop thriller,” I said. Maybe I could learn some revenge tips.
         “Good
girl,” my dad stated giving me a pat on the shoulder. At least I knew how to
make him happy.

 
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 5
     
     
    After the
movie, we dined at a family restaurant owned equally by Nino and his cousin,
Agapios Voullo. Aggy, as he liked to be called, has been trying to date me for
years. I’m one hundred percent positive I’ll never be desperate enough to say
yes. Call me picky but I like a guy who’s taller than me, without coarse, pubic
hair curls on his head and chest. Aggy’s multilayered chin ended where his
chest began. If it were not for the numerous gold chains he wore about his
thick neck, it would be lost forever in layers of fat. Sadly, he’s worth a cool
million.
    I chose my usual sliced turkey with mashed potatoes, lots of
gravy and cranberries. You can’t go wrong with a Thanksgiving type meal at a
Greek restaurant; trust me on this. Aggy is always there supervising, so he
swung by to say hi to Spring and my dad, and then asked me out. For the
umpteenth time I turned down his offer. He was a persistent one.
         “You
should go out with him, he’s rich,” my dad stated when Aggy left the table. My
dad had absolutely no taste in possible gentleman callers. Even if I put a
brown bag over Aggy’s head, and turned off all the lights, he would still gross
me out. I consider myself darn lucky I wasn’t born in the olden days when the
father chose the husband for his daughter.
    “Someday you could own this restaurant,” he said with
emphasis.
         “Not
worth it,” Spring and I said simultaneously. We giggled like schoolgirls.
         We
finished up and Spring suggested we go to Leo’s Bar and Grill for a drink. I
declined stating I was tired and wanted to relax and read a book I started. I
love them dearly but I can only handle so many family hours in a day. Spring
dropped me off at my dad’s and they took off after I started my car. This time
the car was only lukewarm by the time I pulled into the apartment parking lot.
On evenings like this, when my breath freezes while walking down the sidewalk,
I wonder why I haven’t moved down south. It’s not like there isn’t an abundance
of nursing