Chapter 3Ten minutes later, I opened my front door to the sound of three distinct laughs. Nana D's garrulous and all-encompassing guffaw, Cecilia's pompous and high-pitched chortle, and Vincenzo's single grunt resembling a snorting pig searching for food in his empty trough. “You're extremely early,” I said, tossing my keys on a nearby table. “What's so funny?”
Vincenzo's shiny bald head seemed to grow exponentially as he aged, and the salt-and-pepper goatee that insisted upon clinging to his chin in despair left me embarrassed for him. Nonetheless, his eerily calm tone and menacing, stocky body shape frightened most people to no end, including me. “I've missed this face. Hopefully, we can keep it this way. You need to visit more often, especially once everything is back to normal.” He im
