“Well,” she said tiredly, “Your room is finished. I guess I go over to your apartment tomorrow afternoon and begin moving your things. I don’t know if I’m ready to be a young mother again, but I guess I’ll have to try.”
She looked at Gino and said, “My son told me that your parents were dead and there’s no one to take care of you, so I’ve decided to be your mommy. The two of you will be my baby boys. Right now it’s time to get some supper and then I’ll tuck you in your crib for the night. I don’t know if you two can understand me, but if you can I think you’ll realize why I have to treat like babies; You can’t walk, talk, or feed yourselves now and I’m sure you’ve lost your toilet training too.
