Page 152 of Obsessed by My Ex's Mafia Uncle

“You did.” She stares out the window stubbornly. “But I’m still tiny mad.”

Tiny mad.

“I can work with tiny mad.” I smile, retrieving my hand and placing it back on the wheel in time for my phone to vibrate against the cupholder.

I don’t look at it.

But it vibrates again, and then another after that, notifications stacking there.

“Mommy?” Blue calls.

“Mm?”

“I had another dream.” She starts, which means I’m almost forgiven.

“What was this one about?”

“About the tree.”

“The same tree?” I glance at her through the rearview.

“Yes.” She nods seriously. “But this time it was talking.”

“Talking trees now?” I laugh softly, despite everything.

“Yes.”

“What did it say?”

“It said I was climbing too slowly.” She straightens, already animated now that she has an audience again.

“Rude.” I frown.

“I know.” She gasps dramatically. “And then the birds were laughing at me.”

“Wow.” I shake my head. “Tough crowd.”

“And then the tree got angry because the ants were eating its leaves.” She exclaims.

“The ants again?”

“They’re everywhere,” she whispers like this is obvious.

“Really?” I shake my head softly. “You really need new dream characters.”

“No.” She grins now, finally thawing. “The ants are my friends.”

My phone vibrates again.

I ignore it.

Blue keeps going anyway, hands moving as she talks now.

“So the tree started shaking everybody off because it was being dramatic…”

“Being dramatic?” I snort.

“Yes,” she nods firmly. “Like Aunty Aisha.”