The Funeral
Days passed in New Orleans, aunt Patrizia and I had been busy preparing the funeral for Torre. Somewhere in between the days that seemed to run together, Santos had to return to New York but assured he would be back, my brother finally woke up. He was very lucky but facing what had happened to him was quite a shock, his arm, the side of his neck and cheek was going to scar from the explosion, his leg was broken as were some of his ribs it was an odd thought to consider him lucky but the fact he was alive in this world after that it was certainly a miracle. He couldn't leave the hospital however for the funeral he still had a while before he would be discharged with the worry I kept my mind busy enough trying to make sure Belanci could get through it while my aunt made sure everything was r
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