Chapter 80

MARK

We were seated on the front porch, gazing at the stars, our fingers entwined. From time to time during our conversation, she would tighten her grip and try to force my hand to the marble floor, gritting her teeth and laughing. When I offered resistance, her grip would go slack, only for her to try again moments later when she felt I wasn't on alert.

She failed miserably in all her attempts. There was something about the current state of my life that I loved dearly. It was something about the way Giulia made me feel like mashed potatoes and her smile which never ceased to make me nostalgic.

Just one flash of her pearly-white dentition and I was back in Seattle fifteen-plus years ago, running around with June and not giving a fuck. We used to also gaze at the stars, but at that time, it used to always be an argument on who could remember the types of stars Ms. RollingStone taught us.

The thought made me smile. Oh, teenage June was lit. She taught me the definition of fun. Going bac