“What are you watching?” I asked as I came around the bed.
“The Godfather.”
“You’ve never seen it?”
“Oh, I’ve seen it a million times,” he said. “I just like to rewatch it.” He closed the flap to the device and set it aside.
“Gotten cabin fever yet?”
“Just the last few days,” he said. “I’m not in pain anymore, and I’ve been doing my therapy. The doctor said I can go home tomorrow.”
“That’s good news.”
“Yeah,” he said. “I’m excited to get the hell out of here.”
“At least you’ll just be a mile away if you need anything.”
“Nah, I think I can manage on my own now,” he said. “I’ve taken enough of my sister’s time.”
“She’s not the kind of person to keep receipts, Leo.”
“But still. Only a couple people have come to visit me, but she’s been here the whole time. If my dad were alive, he’d have been here too.” His eyes shifted away as his thoughts moved elsewhere.
I let the pain of his words stew before they started to dissipate.
“How’s the vineyard?” he asked.
“We got a faulty shipment from the Americans. Hector is pissed he got less than what he paid for, and now I have to fix this mess.”
“What are you going to do?”
“I called and told them if they didn’t have a plan to make it right within the next twelve hours, I’d be on a flight to New York.”
“Will you actually do that?”
“I don’t bluff, Leo,” I said. “So, where’s my wife?”
“The cafeteria. She wanted a coffee.”
I nodded and relaxed in the chair. “We’ve decided to have a wedding reception.”
His eyes perked up at that statement. “Yeah?”
“Don Russo’s idea.”
“When?”
“We were waiting to see your progress before we committed to a date.”
“My progress?” he asked quietly. “So—so I’m invited?”
I smirked. “Yes, Leo. You’re invited.”
He didn’t smile or visually show his joy, but there was a relief in his eyes that was impossible not to see. “Where?”
“Villa Igiea in Palermo.”
“Yeah, that’s a nice hotel.”
