D A N T E

I was in my office, going through a few paper work the door opened and Antonio Valenti walked in without knocking.

He is my best friend since we were boys, he returned from England a day before Nonna’s birthday, he’s been a way for a while handling business at his father’s company and now that he’s transferred to New York, moving the business here, I’d be seeing a lot of his face.

“You look like hell,” he said, dropping into the chair across from my ...