The Mafia's Nanny
I didn’t reach for him.
“The drain, huh?” I said, my voice dropping into a conspiratorial whisper. “Is it a gurgly monster? The kind that just wants to eat your soap bubbles?”
Luca’s crying hiccupped. He nodded, big eyes wide.
“My nonna in Sicily told me a secret about drain monsters,” I said, leaning in a little. “They’re not scary. They’re just… very, very hungry for dirty water and bubbles. They’re the clean-up crew. If you let them eat the yucky bath water, they get full and fall asleep. Then they can’t bother anyone.”