“Are they stealing again?”
I lean back on the headrest and close my eyes. My brother has been extremely difficult over the past year. “I hope not. The grocery store manager said he’ll file a police report if he catches them again.”
“Maybe you could try to find him a job for the summer. I can ask around if you want?”
“Yeah, that would be great,” I say even though I know nothing will come of it.
Since our father died a year ago, Vitto started hanging out at places where Cosa Nostra members gather, doing small errands for them from time to time, hoping he’ll get offered to take over a soldier position that our father held. Both my mom and I have been doing our best to get that idiotic idea out of his head, but to no avail. I forbade him from going to any of those places, but I’m sure
