The next day...
In a hotel right in the heart of the city, Tommy narrowed his eyes at his wife.
Liza had been positively radiant.
In fact, ever since yesterday, her mood had been suspiciously good. Even now, while preparing breakfast in the kitchenette, the smile on her face seemed permanently glued in place.
"Son," Tommy called, earning Primo's attention.
Primo, whose hair was still messy from sleep, turned to the old man.
Tommy narrowed his eyes.
Following the older man's line of sight, Primo looked toward Liza.
"Tell me, son," Tommy muttered. "Is it just me, or has your grandmama been smiling nonstop since yesterday?"
Primo studied Liza before looking back at Tommy. Then he nodded.
"Hah!" Tommy rocked his head. "So it's not just in my head. I was beginning to think my eyesight was failing."
He squinted at his wife. "I wonder why."
