“That day in San Francisco, I walked and walked and eventually, I found myself in China Town. I was crossing the road when a woman jumped out in front of me rattling this big sack.” I glance over at him, lips pursed. “She was selling fortune cookies. Broken ones from the factory she worked at. You know I don’t believe in any of that shit, but I was just thinking about Mama, and you know how much she loved those fucking fortune cookies…” “You bought one.” “Uh-huh.” “Angelo,” he says seriously.
