Charlie smiled wide and said to Clara. "I knew there was something about you that meets the eye. My son has chosen a smart woman. And I am glad that he did."
Clara sighed. "How does he even feel about it?"
"How does he feel about what?" he asked.
"About you being a mafia whatever," Clara said.
"Hmm. This is me living out my last days in this solitude. What do you think this is, then? I am paying for my sins. Some kind of reparation brought upon me by karma. You might think that we planned this, but it was going to happen anyway. One way or the other. And it did. I'm just waiting for my death sentence."
Clara looked at the list in her hands. According to what she remembered, Dylan had passed seventy percent of it. Charlie followed her eyes and asked. "Have I done a good job?"
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