Manon
Sunday came around. I show up without him, but I wait. I wait outside for hours, waiting for his black SUV so I can take his weapons and we can forget any of that ever happened.
He didn't show.
Turns out, he was in his right mind.
He choose them. He choose the Mafia. He choose the Family. He...he didn't choose me.
I hated him for it. Hurt clung to me like lint, I couldn't shake it. I push around potato's, sniffling.
“Where's that gangster?”
I smile up at Baba. “He...he couldn't make it. But, he'll probably be here next week."
“Good riddance,” Baba grumbles.
We eat dinner in silence.
***
It's been 17 Sundays. Since he...he banished me. That bastard he really banished me. He really... By
He really left me. After he said he loved me. He lied. You don't leave someone you love
