Chapter 27: What Happens in the Past Should Stay There, But When It Doesn’t that s**t Hurts Like Hell.
Luca
The next morning, both of my brothers are sitting in the great room, heads bowed toward each other as they work their hands in various jabs and stabs at the air. As usual, they’ve already begun discussing something important without considering my feelings during the process. It’s time for them to change the way they treat me. Today I intend to take the first step in that direction by telling them the way I think Mother’s memorial should take place.
I take a seat opposite theirs and cross my arms. No one speaks for a long moment. Instead, we have this silent showdown, three sets of eyes throwing imaginary daggers at one another.
“You are f*****g around with a Dostovsky. You never
