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“Don’t. I don’t need dad…”
“I amcallingthe lawyer. I’ll take a cab and be right behind you.”
~~~
Police precincts gave me the oddest of feelings. It wasn’t quite fear and it wasn’t quiet sadness, but it was something that made my skin itch. Every time my father ended up in a precinct, he was taken away for years at a time. Every time Salvatore was in a precinct, he walked out with bruises all over his face. My brothers did a good job of staying out of them until now.
I was so relieved when I heard that Garon won’t be charged and he will be free to go in a minute, but I knew the irking feeling won’t pass until we were out of this place.
My brother came out carrying a plastic bag with his phone, wallet, and watch.
“Finally.”
“I can’t believe you called that damn lawyer when I told you not to.”
“No! You don’t get to school me about what I should or shouldn’t have done. For a woman?”
“Stop with that. I don’t care about that woman; I don’t even know her name. A beautiful woman came to me asking for attention and I was happy to give it to her.” Like always. He’s always a little too happy to pay attention to the wrong women. “Her husband showed up and pulled out a gun. If we’d be in Palermo, I would have returned the favor.”
“But we’re not in Palermo. We’re in foreign territory where you don’t know anyone. Thecarabinieridon’t know you here like they do back home. You can’t always bribe yourself out of it.”
“I just did, didn’t I?”
“No, our family lawyer did.”
“Thank you for that, little sister. I can’t wait to hear what dear old Father has to say about this.”
“He would have found out anyway.”
“Maybe. Maybe not. I’m so pissed at you, Grazia. I told you to stay put.”
“You’re about to get even more pissed. I called Giovani too.”
“Grazia!”
“His jet is waiting to take us back home.”
“Why? You have two more days at the school.”
“I’ve excused myself. I was invited to return next month.”
“Grazia, I know what this dance school means to you. We don’t have to go.”
“I want to. Seeing you in handcuffs… I just want to go home.”
Garon wrapped his arms around me tight and I relaxed.
“Then let’s go home.”
~~~
The plane ride back home was stale. Garon slept the entire time and the book I was reading the past couple of days was back in the apartment in Milano with the rest of my luggage. The only thing I could find to keep me entertained was an old crossword puzzle that was left behind by either Goliath or Gianni, and when that was over too, I had nothing else to do other than look out the window and count clouds.
We landed in Palermo just when the night was falling down over the city and there were two SUVs waiting for us. I recognized both drivers, I’ve seen them standing guard at the house before.
Giovani sent cars for both of us thinking that after so many days with me and an arrest, Garon was eager to go to his home, but instead, he instructed the drivers to take us to the big house. Maybe he was ready to faceBabbonow and get it over with, or maybe he was just looking for more trouble.
We were about to walk inside when Garon’s phone rang.
