Friday 29th SeptemberSo in the morning Humps, Clara, and I arrive at Peppina’s again, to pick up Zia’s cakes. “I so love this house,” Clara says, “it’s so Sicilian. It feels like Don Corleone is going to walk in any minute.” She doesn’t know what I went through here. Her life has been so easy. She simply hasn’t a clue.
“Susi, you give Humphrey and Clara cake, make cuppa tea for them. I come back in minute. I speak to Maria in attic,” Zia says.
She takes me by the arm and marches me upstairs.
“Zia, what’s this. What are you doing?”
“I want tell you what happen to Giulio and Adriano yesterday. One minute. You my poor sister daughter. You like daughter to me.”
“Yes, I was thinking about them yesterday. So what happened?”
Zia has received information from Young Cushi and his men.
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