Her grandfather living in the room next door, signaling his voice with all his lung strength to muster up the words, of her name “Ruby” “Ruby” he exclaimed, “dinner” he repeated in Italian, “cena”. Okay, “I'm coming” she said in a light voice alongside the door. Pressing my legs against her body and then releasing her straddled bent knees so that she could stand fixing her dark blue dress back over her legs. Robert sitting at the rectangular bare wood kitchen table, looking at her grandfather in the wooden chair across from him. I'm a vegetarian, thinking to myself looking down at the plate. Cabbage Rolls. Baked Cabbage with ground beef and rice, wrapped into balls. Ruby smiled at the head of the table looking both directions at Robert and her grandfather. The smell was phenomenal, hot tomato juice and baked worcestershire. I started to gag as I swallowed the first bite of cabbage and meat filling and then I looked at Ruby revealing her dimples to the table underneath