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“I’ve got her from here.” Rosa dismissed Frankie and took me to the bathroom. “Have a seat.”
Obediently, I sat on the closed toilet seat and took off my mask.
Rosa picked it up and dropped it in a plastic bag. “Take your gloves off and put them in here.”
“Oh yeah.” I slid them off, cringing at the line where the speckles started on my biceps. “Thanks.”
Once I got the wig off, Rosa handed me the makeup wipes and went to work on my shoulders and upper arms while I took care of my face. “You did the right thing.” She dropped the washcloth in the bag and grabbed another. Tilting my chin up, she cleaned my neck. “I’m proud of you.” Tears welled in my eyes as she checked the other side. She inspected me and smiled softly. “Are you all right?”
I shrugged. “As good as can be expected.”
Rosa squeezed my shoulder, then went to the sink and washed her hands. “You’ll be okay.”
I laughed and joined her at the mirror to put on fresh makeup.
“I mean it.” She dried her hands with the plush hand towels I’d picked out. “You did what you had to do to bring your husband home. Wear that with pride.”
Her words buoyed my spirits, reminding me I was no longer an everyday civilian but a mob wife.
The Mrs. Moretti.
“Let me get you a bottle of water.”
Rosa left, and I stared at myself in the mirror. Without the makeup and costume, it was hard to believe where’d I been and what I’d done. I felt like I was in a weird dream I would never wake up from.
A smile slowly spread across my face.
Fuck Cy Chronis.
Luca was coming home.
