"I know how old you are. I was there." Then, in a different voice, softer: "You went to Halloran's? Yesterday?"
Gina did not answer right away.
"It was the second Saturday," she said finally.
Her mother was quiet for a moment. Then she said, "I know, baby," and changed the subject to the seven fishes, and whether Aunt Philomena was going to do the baccalà again after what happened last year, and Gina let her, and was grateful.
*
Graham called on Monday night at seven-thirty, which Gina would later learn was the earliest time he had decided was not desperate, and he had decided it by sitting at his kitchen table on Sunday with a legal pad and making a list.
"Event two," he said, without saying hello. "Ice skating. Tomorrow night. The lagoon in Lincoln Park. First one around the island and back to the warming house wins."
"You skate?"