“Dinner the other night was good,” he says. I grunt. “It was almost like old times.” The corner of my mouth lifts into a smile. “But without Dad telling us to shut the fuck up and appreciate the good food.” “That’s you, now.” I exhale a long breath. “You think?” Cesare nudges me in the arm. “You were just like him when you kicked that bitch out for insulting your woman. Remember how Dad used to react when you and Benito talked back to Mom?” “Yeah.” My jaw clenches.
