Oren

Twenty years ago

"Family," Carmine Costello said as he hugged Angelina.

"Zio," she replied with a smile.

"Oren," he said, his hand extended.

"Sir, we're happy to be here today."

"Yes, yes," Mr. Costello replied as he walked through the house, his arm around my wife, his niece.

What I'd said was partially true. Angelina and I would never decline an invitation to her uncle's home. That wasn't only because he was her family, her ...