“Do you think Dad let Batista remain as his underboss because he felt bad that the don’s position was basically stolen from him?” I ask.
“Maybe. Dad was never cut out to be a don, and he knows it.”
“What?”
“Um . . . I mean, he enjoys being the center of attention and having people reach out to him for advice, but his temperament isn’t one that befits a don.”
“What do you mean? He’s been handling things for the Family and maintaining perfect order for over fifteen years.”
“Yeah, it certainly seems that way,” she mumbles. “Do you want the zipper on the side, or back?”
I narrow my eyes at my sister, wondering what she meant with her cryptic comments. I could probe a bit more, but it wouldn’t do any good. When Zara decides a subject is closed, it’s the end of the discussion.
“On the bac
