GENEVIEVE D’AMICO WOKE that morning feeling like something was supposed to happen.
Was it Saturday, pancake day? Were Nona and her cousins coming over? No, it wasn’t either of those things. Could it be her birthday? No, that wasn’t for sixty-two more days.
After some cereal with chocolate milk, she brushed her teeth, decided not to brush her hair, and went to her room to get dressed. Her shiny, puffy pink dress lay across her bed. Maybe it was her birthday.
“MOM,” she yelled, “IS IT MY BIRTHDAY?!”
Her mother was busy packing her lunch. “Unh? ISH FICTER BAY!” She removed a piece of toast from her mouth. “Honey, it’s picture day at school, remember?”
Vivie got excited. Then, staring at what her mom picked out for her, she slumped.…