Musical accompaniment: You? By Two Feet
…buried but never fully erased, the abandoned never forgets.
NIKOLAS
More for my uncle’s sake than mine, I allow a small smirk to pull at the corners of my mouth at his words even as I tear at what is left of my croissant and lift it to my lips. “Is that why?”
Never one to ever answer a question straight, the consigliere raises his eyebrows at me. “Is that why, what Nikolas?”
I chew on the dry, flaky pastry. “You know what I mean Uncle. Since I came in here you have eaten more butter than your ancient heart is probably supposed to see for the rest of your life and you have smiled not once but twice. I am almost tempted to ask if the world is coming to an end.”
In response to this, uncle Marco waves his hands and smacks his lips “Fuggedabout it
