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“Your mother packed double rations.”
Lorenzo shrugged with supreme disinterest, already devouring his part of homemade cake and jam. Francesco sighed with irritation. He snatched away the piece of cake from his lover’s mouth. Before the young man could protest, he leaned in and said:
“She knows.”
“She doesn’t,” replied Lorenzo with his mouth half-full.
“She does. She knows about us, Lorenzo!”
“Please, Francesco. It’s just an orange cake.”
Francesco sat back with a heavy sigh, exasperated. Seeing his lover upset, Lorenzo took a piece of cake and presented it to him.
“Says ‘ah’.”
Francesco tightened his lips in displeasure for a small moment, before giving in. He let Lorenzo feed him cake and some jam too.
“Even if Mother knows, it won’t change a thing about what I feel about you, Francesco. Well, unless she bakes me another orange cake, that is.”
To Francesco’s delight, his shot of jam landed right in the middle of his lover’s face.