The sweet moments Rose spent with the mafia’s cook, aka Flora, were her solace in the otherwise austere place known as the mafia’s base. And the fact that the woman went out of her way to tell her she had made cookies was endearing to say the least.
Rose didn’t think twice before following Flora out of her room. The woman’s back was almost round, no doubt from all her years of labor, and also because of the worries and the hardships she must have faced.
And though a little bit awkward, Flora was still hands down the easiest person to talk to around these parts.
As she sat for another cup of coffee, to wash down the undoubtedly sweet cookies, Rose felt the need to ask, “I couldn’t help but notice your concern for the boss yesterday… Is he good to you?”
Flora’s expression soon morph
