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“Sorry,” I muttered.
“Okay, okay,” Massimo relented.
Massimo and I stood there in silence for about 30 seconds…
And then Massimo leaned over and whispered, “You can tell from how serious he is that Valentino Rosolini has visited ONE of the WORST prison waiting rooms in all of Italy…”
I tried to cover my mouth to stop from laughing. It didn’t work.
Massimo and I both burst into guffaws as Valentino stood there, shaking his head in disgust.
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Adriano returned about ten minutes later. He was as stony-faced as when he’d gone in.
“Go on in,” he said to Valentino. He clapped his baby brother affectionately on the shoulder. “He asked for you next.”
After Valentino walked out with the guard, Adriano approached me and Massimo.
“Well?” Massimo asked.
“Not fuckin’ good, man,” Adriano said wearily. “Not fuckin’ good.”
“What do you mean?”
“He’s takin’ it real hard. I’ve never seen him so low.”
“…shit,” Massimo muttered.
“Yeah.”
“Did he say anything about being don?” Massimo whispered.
“No, his head’s not in the game yet. All he can talk about is how he didn’t get to say goodbye. He knew I found Papa first, so that’s all he asked about – what happened, what it was like.” Adriano rubbed his hand roughly over the lower half of his face. “I mean… as fuckin’ bad as it was finding Papa… at least I got to look him in his eyes, you know? I sort of got to say my goodbyes, even if it was just being there with him. But Dario…”
Adriano trailed off as he stared into the distance.
Massimo put one hand on his brother’s shoulder as though to comfort him, and we stood there in silence.
When Valentino came out, his eyes were red and raw. It looked like he was doing his best to hold back tears.
“Fuck. That was fuckin’ awful,” he muttered as he came over to us.
Massimo patted Valentino’s back reassuringly, then walked off with the guard.
“You okay?” Adriano asked Valentino.
The younger man shrugged. “No. I don’t know. He looks lost, Adriano.”
“…I know,” Adriano murmured. “I know.”
We stood there in silence until Massimo came out. His expression wasn’t as outwardly emotional as Valentino’s, but his forehead was deeply creased in a frown.
He walked directly over to me. “He wants to see you.”
“He does?” I asked, slightly surprised.
“He specifically asked for you.”
