VINCENZO
Silence bore down on the room. It'd been ages since Madre burst in here, yet, not a word had come out of her. Her venomous eyes rested on me while she wished she'd never f****d Padre that fateful night. Or, she was praying fervently that the moon goodness sucked me to oblivion.
I couldn't care less; I busied myself by surfing the net.
"Can you tell me what your problem is?"
I knew Madre hated being ignored. I should have at least spared her a glance or given an indifferent shrug. But I didn't. And it was too late to regret.
She snatched my phone and tossed it away. Or rather, slapped it against the wall. "Now that that's out of the way, you can talk to me."
"You should have simply tossed it on the couch or something," I said, my gaze still fixed on my empty hand.
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