It had been silent for several seconds and I knew I had to say something. "So we're not Italian?" It was the only question I could think of. I could tell my mom wanted more but was relieved I wasn't being too dramatic about it. She had just called my sister. God knows how that had gone. "I mean—well, I guess not." She let out an exhausted sigh, barely resembling a laugh. Even over the speakerphone I could feel the weight of her emptiness. She went on. "I should have waited, at least until you got to school. I'm sorry, I don't want you to worry about this—" "I'm not worried. You're fine. Have y