“I’ve had enough shame put on la famiglia between the two of you,” Papá says, starting from the room, pulling Ariana along with him. “You’ll wait on the rooftop for Father Sabino.” “The rooftop?” She strains against him as he leads her up the winding staircase. “What are you going to do, push me off?” “Don’t be so fucking dramatic, Ariana. You’re lucky I don’t put you in a convent after everything you’ve pulled.”