As I fall into the routines of the Lippert house I’m surprised to find that I’m quickly bored by them. Life at my home with David and Janeen was also boring – but they’re just normal people. A little of me, I think, expected everyday gang life to be more exciting.
It’s not that the house is empty, really. Every day starts with a flurry of activity. Breakfast in the kitchen is a big affair, with everyone rushing through. Kent’s top guys – mostly older gentlemen - drink their tiny glasses of espresso at a table in the corner, bantering. Lower-level guys, dressed in thousand-dollar sweatsuits, run briskly through, reporting and getting new orders.
Guards are all around – watching everything, but mostly wishing, I think, that they were important enough to be included with the others. If they work hard enough, though, they can level up.
As the day passes, everyone spreads out to do their work. Daniel goes out a lot – to school, mostly, wrapping up his spring semester. I’ve been expressly forbidden to go out with him, to school or anywhere else. Apparently, I’m still a kidnapping target. Kent has told the Mafia world that I’m out there, but until he locks me down as part of his family I’m forbidden any freedom.
The first day Daniel left me behind, Fiona had come into the house just as he was leaving. Seeing my sad face, she wrapped an arm around my shoulders, her voice full of pity.
“I know,” she said, giving me a little squeeze. “It’s like you’re a mafia widow already, stuck in this house. May as well dress yourself head to toe in black crepe and spend your day saying the rosary for his soul.”
“At least it would be something to do,” I moaned, slumping my shoulders forward in misery. “It’s so boring here.”
And it really is. Again, not that there’s not a lot going on in this house at all times, it’s just that I’m…not at all a part of it.
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