The Mafia Don's Woman
g at the ceiling as I tried not to thi
f talking to him, and he's
ore comfortable, clutching t
ually followed him to lunch. Was I tha
remembered
on the floor, reaching my hand
d on the floor an
hings connected to my birth. They weren'
ves and began to take o
floral designs. One edge was scorched, either by f
a shaker, still
shoes. Size 10. I still couldn't understand
wristwatch, with th
ing at these, the mo
hap
ut the items back into t
roa
ere back. I hastily threw everything into the box and kic
when a slap landed on my still healing cheeks, and