Eagerly awaiting his address, the don’s inner circle gathers around the stage. All the capos, that is, except for Batista Leone. He remains standing off to the side, by a table with the drinks. It’s rather out of character for him. He usually tries to be as close to my father as possible. The underboss appears to be in a good mood but keeps fidgeting with his glass and throwing looks over the assembled guests.
