o
tead, I lied to Elena. I constructed a plausible fiction of a
e telephoned on Saturday afternoon, her vo
," I
room t
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nally ran out of domestic questions and hung up
broke my trance; Marco had to
wall," he said. "Let'
bed my sneakers, and followed him
y advanced physics notebook for an impending midterm project
s unnaturally quiet. My gaze was drawn to a pair of unfamiliar, scuffed men's sneakers, k
taircase and pushed open t
on the
e, had been torn down. In their place sat a glowing gaming laptop on a cheap metal folding table. Empty soda cans stood in little clusters
e far end of the hall as Elena hurried up the
yes widening. "You did n
my voice a monotone that seemed t
the towel
ut. "He needed his own space to feel comfortable. Victor said sinc
where my life used to be, a co
otebook," I said, refusin
d rushed down the hall to a cramped storage closet. She dug through a dis
e center of the dark blue cover, where the distinct t
dges of the dir
while we were moving the boxes
he hall toward the stairs. The tread pattern perfectl
I said, turni
na called out, following behind me d
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Luca walked in, their arms laden with paper bags of groceries. V
hat a s
the shoulder. "Luca, say
s neck and completely ignored me,
to Victor's eyes. When I spoke, my vo
ouch my belon
d seize; the laugh lines at the corners of his eyes froze,
cker of something cold and calculating
ng me up, r
n involuntary step back. "It was just a mis
ow apologies. I changed my shoes, pulled open t
he airless foyer behind me. As I marched down the long dri
hiding in the shadows. It was
e, letting the cold wind strike my face. Without a
t suspend itself in doubt.
ice answered, low and resonant,
eo
ightening on the plastic
n the line. The Don of the Famiglia was clear
y trace of paternal warmth, becoming th
diner. We
my schedul
ne wen
ewalk, the encrypted pho
nths. Now I was summoning the most da
was dealing with
out to me
d next, there wa
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