The bitterest rivalries are often between those who were once closest
EARL
I feel tired.
I haven’t rested or had a proper meal in a minute.
And now that I think about it, neither has Cameron.
Scowling to myself I make my way to the kitchen.
I find her exactly where I knew she would be and as always she sees me first.
“Buonasera Tesoro.” She murmurs,taking her dish cloth off her shoulders and opening her arms.
“Buonasera Cara” I respond, bending down and allowing the plump housekeeper who practically raised me to kiss my cheek.
She smells like butter and flour like she always does.
The day I turned fifteen I tried to tell her I was too old for her to keep kissing me and calling me Tesoro and in response Cara had whipped her wash cloth across the back of my head and waved her fi
