The Promise
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And on their calendar, full of scribbles, proof the Bianchis lived a good life.
They’d had calendars like that for years.
And Frankie kept each one. Taking it down on January first, always when Benny was in the kitchen. Then putting the new one up and carefully sliding the old one on the shelf in the living room by the TV that held the kids’ baby books and their wedding album.
Taking in his life on a calendar meant Benny was smiling at his feet as he walked out of his kitchen, down the hall to the foot of the stairs, and shouted up them, “Right! Stop screwin’ around! School! Now!”
He heard pounding feet.
Then he saw Gus at the top of the stairs. Their dog woofed, reporting in that the kids were minding.
And since Dad had spoken, and even Van listened when Dad spoke, Ben stood where he was, arms crossed on his chest, waiting for his kids so he could take them to school.
* * * * *
Theresa Bianchi parked at the back of the pizzeria.
She turned to her big bag in the seat beside her, hefted it up, and looped the straps over her shoulder before she got out of the car.
She headed in the back door and went directly to her son’s office.
There, she saw her handsome boy standing at his desk, phone to his ear.
Always standing, her Benny. She didn’t think she’d ever seen him sitting at his desk. Even as a child, he’d always been doing something.
Now as a man, a husband, a father, a business owner, he was the same…except more. Even sitting and watching a game on TV, he seemed somehow full of energy.
Electric.
His gaze came to her and his lips curled up.
She smiled at him and walked in, taking her bag from her arm.
She opened it and pulled out the picture she’d put in the frame that morning.
She set it on its stand on his desk, which was cluttered with some papers, but mostly it was cluttered with picture frames.
Like she’d done since they opened their pizzeria, she still hung pictures of family all over the dining room. So many, from the time her kids were little through the time her kids had kids, the walls were covered in them.
Except there weren’t many of Benny’s family.
This was because her son didn’t get into the dining room very often. But he did spend time in his office. And since he did, if he saw a photo of his family that his mother put on one of the walls in their pizzeria, he took it down and set it on his desk so it was in a place where he could see it.
So now, Theresa didn’t put the photos she took of Benny and his family in the dining room.
She put them on his desk.
And she put that one on his desk. Eight-by-ten. Black-and-white. She took it at Frankie’s last birthday party.
In it, Benny and Cal were standing close together at the front door. Benny had Alessandra leaning heavily against his side, tuckered out because it was late. So tired, her thick, lush lashes were sweeping her cheeks. She had her daddy’s arm around her shoulders.
Cal was holding his youngest son, little Ben, in his arms. Her boy Benny’s namesake was asleep. Joey, Van, and Vi and Cal’s second son, Sam, were in the shot—a blur, because they were chasing each other.
Benny and Cal were looking at each other and they were grinning.
Off to the side, Frankie and Violet also stood close. Frankie was wearing her tight, short dress, with her head tipped back, laughing. Vi had Angie’s hand in hers and she was looking down at her smiling daughter. Vi was also laughing.
To the other side, Kate and her husband, Tony, and Keira and her fiancé, Jasper, were standing and talking to Vinnie. They were also laughing.
Balloons festooned the entryway. Cal and Vi and their family were getting ready to leave.
It had taken them half an hour to get out the door.
But no one complained.
Family always had a lot to say, but most of it happened during good-byes.
This was because no one liked saying them.
Once Theresa set the picture down, she lifted her eyes to her son.
He was looking at the picture in its frame. His face was soft with memories.
Then he looked at his mother and she saw his eyes warm with love.
Theresa gave him another smile as she walked silently out of his office, that warm look of love in his beautiful eyes a memory she’d forever keep.
That was her Benny.
They’d had calendars like that for years.
And Frankie kept each one. Taking it down on January first, always when Benny was in the kitchen. Then putting the new one up and carefully sliding the old one on the shelf in the living room by the TV that held the kids’ baby books and their wedding album.
Taking in his life on a calendar meant Benny was smiling at his feet as he walked out of his kitchen, down the hall to the foot of the stairs, and shouted up them, “Right! Stop screwin’ around! School! Now!”
He heard pounding feet.
Then he saw Gus at the top of the stairs. Their dog woofed, reporting in that the kids were minding.
And since Dad had spoken, and even Van listened when Dad spoke, Ben stood where he was, arms crossed on his chest, waiting for his kids so he could take them to school.
* * * * *
Theresa Bianchi parked at the back of the pizzeria.
She turned to her big bag in the seat beside her, hefted it up, and looped the straps over her shoulder before she got out of the car.
She headed in the back door and went directly to her son’s office.
There, she saw her handsome boy standing at his desk, phone to his ear.
Always standing, her Benny. She didn’t think she’d ever seen him sitting at his desk. Even as a child, he’d always been doing something.
Now as a man, a husband, a father, a business owner, he was the same…except more. Even sitting and watching a game on TV, he seemed somehow full of energy.
Electric.
His gaze came to her and his lips curled up.
She smiled at him and walked in, taking her bag from her arm.
She opened it and pulled out the picture she’d put in the frame that morning.
She set it on its stand on his desk, which was cluttered with some papers, but mostly it was cluttered with picture frames.
Like she’d done since they opened their pizzeria, she still hung pictures of family all over the dining room. So many, from the time her kids were little through the time her kids had kids, the walls were covered in them.
Except there weren’t many of Benny’s family.
This was because her son didn’t get into the dining room very often. But he did spend time in his office. And since he did, if he saw a photo of his family that his mother put on one of the walls in their pizzeria, he took it down and set it on his desk so it was in a place where he could see it.
So now, Theresa didn’t put the photos she took of Benny and his family in the dining room.
She put them on his desk.
And she put that one on his desk. Eight-by-ten. Black-and-white. She took it at Frankie’s last birthday party.
In it, Benny and Cal were standing close together at the front door. Benny had Alessandra leaning heavily against his side, tuckered out because it was late. So tired, her thick, lush lashes were sweeping her cheeks. She had her daddy’s arm around her shoulders.
Cal was holding his youngest son, little Ben, in his arms. Her boy Benny’s namesake was asleep. Joey, Van, and Vi and Cal’s second son, Sam, were in the shot—a blur, because they were chasing each other.
Benny and Cal were looking at each other and they were grinning.
Off to the side, Frankie and Violet also stood close. Frankie was wearing her tight, short dress, with her head tipped back, laughing. Vi had Angie’s hand in hers and she was looking down at her smiling daughter. Vi was also laughing.
To the other side, Kate and her husband, Tony, and Keira and her fiancé, Jasper, were standing and talking to Vinnie. They were also laughing.
Balloons festooned the entryway. Cal and Vi and their family were getting ready to leave.
It had taken them half an hour to get out the door.
But no one complained.
Family always had a lot to say, but most of it happened during good-byes.
This was because no one liked saying them.
Once Theresa set the picture down, she lifted her eyes to her son.
He was looking at the picture in its frame. His face was soft with memories.
Then he looked at his mother and she saw his eyes warm with love.
Theresa gave him another smile as she walked silently out of his office, that warm look of love in his beautiful eyes a memory she’d forever keep.
That was her Benny.
