72 years ago
“Tina,” her father called up the stairs, “come down for dinner.”
Tina sighed and dropped her pen onto the bed. She folded up the letter she wrote to Carmelo and stuck it between her mattress and the bed. If she ever saw him again, she hoped to be able to give him her letters. To let him know how she felt, and that she was sorry her father was so rude to him.
Tina walked down the stairs and was surprised to hear another voice with her father’s. Male. Muffled to where she couldn’t make it out clearly, but it was deep. Like Carmelo’s.
She rushed the rest of the way down the stairs, hoping her father changed his mind in the last two days, and pulled up short when she burst into the living room and found her father sitting with Antonio Costello. Her supposed future husband.
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