Because I Love You (34 page)

Pino grinned. “Good morning, my friend!”

Pietro yawned, stretched his lanky arms over his head, and rubbed his face. “Mornin’, neighbor. Come on in.”

“Thanks. Did I wake you?” Pino stepped inside and removed his hat.

“Naw, you know I barely sleep anymore. Coffee?”

“Sure.” Pino looked around his friend’s house. Poor Pietro. Dirty dishes piled up in various corners. Neckties, wrinkled button downs, dark socks, and several pairs of khakis and slacks lay draped over the TV, mashed between couch cushions, and trampled into the floor. A black suit jacket collected dust on the coffee table. “Have you been, uh, going to work, Pietro?”

Pietro ran his fingers through his sandy-colored hair. The Keurig machine sputtered and steamed. “Oh, yeah! Well, kinda. I work from home now. I talked to my supervisors, and they figured out a way for me to do most of my work over the phone, you know, email. I only have to show up in person on Tuesdays.”

“Good for you, good for you,” Pino said. “And still no sign of Zack or Wendy?”

Pietro shook his head, shoved a pair of black Nikes off a wicker chair, and gestured for Pino to sit down. “Not a clue. Nothing from Carla?”

“Not yet. Poor Crescenzo’s lost all hope. I almost want to tell him the truth about everything . . . about Zack and Wendy. About us.”

“We can’t. This is the new world, buddy. We wanted it. We got it. We still gotta follow the rules.” Pietro made a face, like the word tasted sour on his tongue.

A longing sigh fluttered Pino’s lips. “Still, it doesn’t stop me from wishing things could’ve been different for my boy. Probably the worst heartache in the world is having to hide secrets from your kid.”

“Well, try losing a kid.” Pietro poured two cups of coffee and handed one to Pino. “Then we can compare notes.”

Pino stared apologetically into his coffee. “I’m sorry, Pietro. I didn’t mean—”

“Don’t worry about it.” Pietro waved an arm. “Anyway, you have a plan, yeah?”

“I do. And you already know it.” Pino held the wooden girl over Pietro’s lap. “But you’re going to have to trust me and take some time off work.”

Pietro palmed the carving and studied it with childlike wonder. She looked so real, with the individual strands of her straight, dark hair, the subtle creases in her jeans, the wrinkles in her red hoodie, and the resolve in her green eyes.

Pietro took a deep sip of coffee. “You still think this is the answer?”

Pino nodded.

After setting down the figurine, Pietro stood, picked up a pair of jeans, and shook them in the air. A tiny storm of lint trickled in the light. “You get why I can’t do this, right?”

“No. Why can’t you do this?”

“Well, I can’t exactly abandon my job to go looking for toy models. We’re adults now.”

“Remember what Violet said. You know these aren’t just toys. Isn’t it worth taking some time off work if it means you have the chance to save Wendy and Zack?”

“Dude, I can’t afford to take time off anymore. You should know better than anyone how much I despise working, but if I take a vacation to follow a hunch from you . . .” Pietro sighed and tossed his jeans on the couch. “I just need to try to be more responsible. You get that, right?”

Fighting back a laugh, Pino gestured around the room. “Is this responsibility? Look at this mess! I think a lot of people would beg to differ.”

Pietro stared at his bare feet. “Rude.”

“You know me these days.” Pino chuckled. “Brutally honest.”

“That’s for sure. Man, being an adult sucks even worse than I always said it would. You fall in love, have kids, you think you’re happy, and then you lose everything.”

Pino clutched Pietro’s shoulder. “That’s why I’m giving you a chance to save everything! These carvings are the key to putting everything back to normal. But my son’s right: They’re useless. They’re useless unless someone goes out and finds these people.”

“Someone like me.” Comfortable silence hovered between the men, and Pietro chewed on his cheek.

Pino sipped his coffee patiently.

“You really think if I go find this girl you carved, I can bring Wendy and Zack back home?”

“And Carla. And anybody else who might’ve disappeared since that night.”

“Pinocchio, I wish I still knew how to tell if you were lying.”

Pino shrugged.

Pietro held the figurine up and ran a finger along its smooth edges. “So, where would you expect me to find her?”

“Not here.”

“Not helpful.” Pietro sighed.

“It’ll do you some good to get out of the house,” Pino said. “Take Enzo. He doesn’t wanna be around me anyway, and he has fierce intuition. He got that from Carla, I think.”

A rivulet of coffee trickled from Pietro’s lip as he failed to suppress a laugh. “Too bad he got your nose! Poor dude.”

Pino scowled over his mug, then let his mouth curve into a smile. The old Pietro was coming back to the surface. “Anyway, you’ll go? Look for my wife and your family?”

With a sigh, Pietro rubbed his face so hard his eyelids drooped. “Would you come with me?”

Pino wiggled his thumb: click, click, click, click. “Do you not hear my joints crackling?”

“Still?” Pietro rested his elbows on his knees. “What’s happening to you?”

Pino lowered his voice. “My guess is there’s some real dark stuff goin’ on back home. After all, we’re not supposed to be here, and I was once a . . . Well, you know. I’m afraid I won’t get very far out the door, if I can even move anymore in a week.”

Pietro drummed on his lap, shooting air through his teeth as he contemplated. “Fine. I’ll go. But I have a question. When do we tell Crescenzo who we really are?”

“I trust you’ll figure it out, Peter.” Pino winked. “After all, you were the boy who learned how to fly.”

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