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When Arackniss tasted the spaghetti sauce his brother had made, it was different than he expected.
“You didn't use Nonna's recipe,” Arackniss observed.
Angel was about to angrily explain why, but Bella beat him to it.
“Her recipe has pork sausage in it, Zio Arackniss,” Bella said. “We don't use it 'cause we don't want to upset Fat Nuggets.”
Fat Nuggets, eating from his own dish near the table, gave Arackniss an insulted look. Pigs were actually intelligent creatures. Both Bella and Angel knew that.
Angel laughed, while Arackniss remained sullenly silent. He could accept that he had been beaten.
“Mama, I'm full,” Bella said in a small voice.
“Okay,” Angel replied, taking the half-eaten plate.
Noticing his brother's look, Angel snapped, “I ain't Pop. You want me to be like Pop?”
Arackniss thought back to how his father would force the children to eat everything on their plates, saying nothing could be wasted. It had made Molly throw up more than once. With that in mind, Arackniss kept his mouth shut.
Angel took the leftover spaghetti into the kitchen. He'd save it for Bella's lunch tomorrow, or if she didn't want the spaghetti, it would be Fat Nuggets' lunch.