I am always proud of the final paragraphs in the finished book! Here we go, the freshly finished draft! Still a few episodes to clean up and post, but it's the END!
Too bad you canāt smile at funeralsāeven when you bury an enemy. Instead, I straighten and lift the chin up as instructed by the old dame. My arm is threaded through the crook of Matteoās elbow. Yes, I am with him, bitches, and I am ready to fight for that.
But the worst is yet to come.
In two weeks, after my interview, we are driving to Palo Alto to visit with my parents. Fingers crossed I get the job to distract my folks with good news, because Matteo is coming under the guise of a boxing gym owner. Iām still not convinced he could pull it off, even in a plain white t-shirt.
Gosh. This cannot be my life. Our life.
But it is, and I canāt wait to get on with it as the mass drags on. Come on! Letās finally bury the mob boss Rosario Tangorello.
THE END