Angelo
The first thing I do in the morning, after breakfast, is arrange Rosalia’s doctor’s appointment. It only takes a few minutes for me to find the leather-backed book that has a number of contacts in it—including the doctor who was willing to make house calls for Vincezio.
It will be less embarrassing for her if she can have the exam here, I reason as I call. The number is for Dr. Vicenzo’s private line, and she answers almost immediately.
“This is Angelo Santoro—I got this number from Vincezio Santoro’s business records. My wife needs an appointment, and I’d like to arrange for you to come to the house, if that’s still something you’re willing to do?”
There’s a pause. “Of course,” she says finally. “I’m sorry to hear what happened. If Rosalia needs anything at all—I’ve seen her be
