She entered the house and noted for the first time her father standing in the living room. Had he watched her get macked on in the yard? At his raised eyebrows she decided he had.
“Thought it was a bad date?”
“It was,” she whispered as she scratched the side of her head and tried to figure out how she’d gone from rageful to simpering fool. She sat on the arm of the sofa and tapped her bottom lip thoughtfully, “I don’t get it.” She was speaking to herself, but her father wasn’t having it and answered.
“Lita, why were you making out with a mob boss in the yard? Do you think I don’t know who he is? Your mother knew the family, knew his father. Said they were dangerous and corrupt and to keep you as far away from his little Greek community as possible. She’d be rolling in the earth if she k
